Chapter 998

Just then, a familiar and jarring voice cut through the air. It was Sherry. Ryan had been trying to explain himself to Camelia, and Sherry's presence would only make things worse. What on earth was she doing here instead of sleeping in her shack? He reluctantly glanced her way. Sherry sauntered toward them, one hand stuffed into her pocket, the other swinging freely by her side. Her shirt was disheveled, the top two buttons undone, exposing part of her chest. Her messy hair spilled across her right shoulder. It was then Ryan noticed the deep bite mark near her collarbone, stark against her pale skin. It looked almost like a butterfly tattoo. Needless to say, he was the one who had left the bite mark in a wild, wine-fueled moment he couldn't recall. Panic seized him. He immediately covered his eyes, praying Camelia wouldn't see it. "There you are!" Sherry called out in a sing-song voice, loud enough to rival an opera. "I've been looking for you!" Camelia wasn't fooled. She could