Devan did not notice the presence of Byanca who was leaning behind the door of his room.
With a smile that never left her lips, Byanca drew closer.
Oke Devan, but the man only opened his eyes briefly, then closed them again
"Devan, wake up," Byanca tried to get the man to speak but was only met with gibberish.
Slowly, he intended to support Devan's body, but his movements suddenly stopped when the man's cell phone rang.
"Who calls you at this time of night?" muttered Bianca looking for the source of the voice.
Her eyes looked cold when she found the contact name 'My Wife' printed on the screen with a profile photo of a woman she knew very well. It was Anna.
"It turns out that your relationship is already this close."
"My wife? Huh, she's not even comparable to me Devan," added Byanca.
"Let's see what happens after tonight."
Without waiting for the incoming call to be disconnected, Byanca picked it up.
