Suspicious

On her way to the ladies’ bathroom, Chantal straightened her back as if still confident about herself.

Her heart hammered against her chest and her cold hand trembled as she gripped her purse while the other was clenched tightly.

She felt slight relief once she entered the bathroom without being stopped by anyone.

Seeing herself in the mirror, she saw how pale she was at this moment. She had already given herself a tan before she arrived in Vapros but at this moment, she looked almost yellow.

Hearing footsteps heading her way, she quickly entered a cubicle and sat down after pulling up her skirt and pushing down her lacy underwear. The very one he had picked for her.

She had wanted to throw it away or burn it to crisp as it reminded her of Titus.

She heard footsteps nearby, and at that moment her urine trickled down the toilet.

It was probably her nerves that she had been holding down since earlier.

‘Are they going to open the door? Oh my god!’ She stared at the door in horror.

She h