Chapter 242: The man.

Isn't there enough love between us? Why can't we even be straightforward with each other about something as important as this?

Is it that difficult to speak the truth?

But regardless of the reason, let's assume that you're kind enough to give them a chance to have an honest conversation!

Ask her. What does that mean? Chris Desmond turned his head, spotting the figure in white standing by the door. Her delicate silhouette swayed as if a breeze could easily blow her away. In her watery eyes, countless emotions were waiting to be expressed.

"Ember..." His hand that had been gripping Kisty's collar involuntarily let go. He stood up straight, gazing directly into the eyes of the woman standing at the door.

Kisty took a few steps back, leaning against the base of a cinnamon tree, breathing heavily. "Do you want to know why I have those pictures? She can tell you, and she can tell you who the man she was with is."

Just hearing this, a surge of anger welled up in Chris Desmond. He turned arou