Truce With The Rival?

Once inside the bedroom, Sherry quickly packed up her bag. She did not have that many clothes that she needed to pack. After making sure she had kept everything she needed inside her bag, she grabbed a towel and ran inside the washroom.

Meanwhile, Levian who was standing outside looked at the closed door of the bedroom. He only moved from his place when he heard the sound of the washroom door locking.

“I will be waiting for you my wifey~” Levian flirted in a sweet and calm tone, however, the relaxed expression on his face suddenly tensed.

The change was so sudden that one could easily pinpoint the number of muscles that he just contracted on his face if they tried. A deep crease formed in between his brows as he turned away from the door.

With a complicated expression on his face, he exited the room in larger strides. The phone in his pocket rang as soon as he was out of the door.

Levian pulled out his phone and looked at the caller id.