Chapter 62

But Cyrus knew that the stunning beauty in front of him was, in fact, someone else's wife. "Don't worry, I won't touch you without your consent," Cyrus said before leaving. Zoey breathed a sigh of relief; she would give her consent. "I'm being serious with you. If he really becomes murderous, I don't think we should stay in this building. You should know Desmond better than I do. When the time comes, neither of us will survive." "Don't worry, tonight, I'll sleep at the stairwell. No matter what happens, you and Mira shouldn't come out," Cyrus reassured her. Zoey prepared a table full of delicious food, and Cecilia also stayed for dinner. "We had a good day today. How about having some drinks?" Cecilia suggested with a smile. "I don't drink," Cyrus replied. After saying that, he realized that he had let something slip. During his time at Hippocrates Sect, he and his master never drank alcohol because it was harmful. Zoey frowned when she heard this. He didn't drink? For the pas