Chapter 115 The Exposure

The room was cloaked in darkness, except for a dim light from a bedside lamp. On the bed, the man and woman were drenched in sweat, the man driving forward with powerful thrusts, while the woman clung to his neck, desperately stifling the sounds that threatened to escape her throat. The rhythmic thumping of their bodies colliding, her suppressed moans, and the glint of jewelry under the faint light filled the room. Matthew recognized the ring immediately. It was the one Lillian had given to Clara earlier. But apparently, it wasn't enough for the man. He flipped the woman over with one swift motion, gripping her slim waist as he drove into her again with even greater force. That delicate profile, the familiar contours, anyone would mistake her for Clara. Lillian, covering her eyes with embarrassment, muttered, "Clara, how could you do such a thing at home, in broad daylight?" Matthew turned away in silence. The couple on the bed froze in shock, the woman letting out a sharp scre