Chapter 22

Balch was a real neat freak. He always hiit the bathroom before wrapping up any meal, even if it was just for a quick hand wash.

This had become a longterm habit, and his friends were used to it.

He pushed the door to the bathroom, finding it empty.

Meanwhile, back in the private dining room where Seraphina was, Terrell was sitting comfortably, reaching out for the cream of mushroom soup that the waiter was bringing over.

But before he could get a grip, the waiter’s hand loosened.

The soup dish fell on the table, splashing most of the soup on Terrell.

Terrell jumped up, “What the hell, man?

rushed to apologize, grabbing

pushed him

I’ll get you a

are you waiting for?”

he walked out of the private dining room. Terrell tossed the tissue he had in his hand onto the table and once again headed

a hand towel from the basin to wipe off the soup stains from his clothes. After almost finishing, he discarded the towel and looked up, only then realizing

soon as he saw who it was,

just washing his hands

finally managed to say

focusing on washing his hands without

only the sound of water echoing off the walls. It was eerie how

breath of

not because of the two guys outside, but because of the man in

a man, or more precisely,

man was… Leandro.

her energy was spent on keeping Leandro in place, covering his mouth with

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