Indeed, Walker had poured some kind of drug into the glass.
Walker might have looked like a gentleman, but he was a lustful person. His position with the Duke had also deceived countless women. If a sexy and beautiful lady took the initiative to knock on his door, then he would never miss the golden opportunity.
Even though Ivy was the San Morio City Mayor's daughter, Walker was not afraid of her background because the Duke favored him.
Darryl, who was sitting on the first floor, saw what Walker had done.
He frowned. 'That guy spiked Ivy's drink?'
Fortunately, Darryl spotted the despicable act. Otherwise, the consequences would be disastrous.
Darryl went to the second floor without hesitation.
As soon as he arrived in the private room, he saw Ivy return to the room.
Ivy had not noticed Darryl yet. After entering the private room, she smiled at Walker.
"Miss Ivy, it's nice to meet you today. Let's have a few more drinks!" Walker smiled and suggested. At the same time, he lifted Ivy's wine glass for her.
Ivy reached out for the glass with a smile.
Without warning, Darryl walked in quickly and said, "Don't drink so much. It's late; it's time to go back!"
Darryl observed Walker.
That guy seemed powerful. He was a high-ranking saint honor, a level higher than Dominic and Holden.
"You—"
Ivy trembled when she saw Darryl, she was stunned.
Soon, Ivy calmed down and said sulkily, "Why are you here?" She had not forgotten what happened in the morning. She was rather disgusted by Darryl.
Darryl smiled. "You are here, so why can't I be here too?"
Comments
The readers' comments on the novel: Perfect Husband, The Destined One