Ivy Harrison was drenched and shivering. That pitiful look was really unbearable.
The air was silent for a moment.
Keith breathed a long sigh of relief. 'Luckily, it's not directed at me...'
Eric’s gaze was cold and heavy. His eyes were not at all focused in the direction of that woman.
His thin lips were tightly pursed. His face was dark and cold, but his expression had a hint of sadness. His soul was long gone with a certain someone.
The banquet hall was lively with laughter.
Who could have known that such a scene happened at this place?
Keith subconsciously touched Eric's back and wondered what he should do.
Eric frowned slightly. Keith coughed.
"Eerg, look at this..."
Ivy Harrison's sobs were incessant as she looked at Eric mournfully.
Eric's voice was icy cold.
"This is your party. Don’t ask me."
Keith froze. "No, but wasn’t she just with you?”
Eric cast a warning glance at Keith.
"We’re not familiar."
With that, Eric wheeled himself away without an expression, leaving them behind.
Keith froze in place. He did not know what to do for a moment.
Ivy cried louder and seemed even sadder.
"Can you give me a jacket? I need to dry my clothes."
"Okay. There's an empty room upstairs. Go up and sort it out."
Keith could not find a waiter anywhere, so he could only take off his suit jacket for her. He stood at the end of the long corridor and threw the jacket over.
He dared not get close because he could tell that this woman was not a simple person.
Keith did not want to get into trouble.
Nicole lowered her head and was speaking with Clayton about the next step in their project.
Clayton clinked her glass and lowered his voice.
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