Chapter 898

A window opened up to a grove of sycamores in the back of the storage room. The thick leaves filtered the streetlamp's light into soft, shifting patches that danced around Tiffany and Vincent in the room. It was a captivating scene with both of them in it. As Ronald turned the corner, he spotted them locked in an embrace. He froze, fists clenching at his sides. Just then, footsteps echoed outside the door, and a few people entered the room. One of them grunted while another reached for the light switch on the wall. The person flipped it a few times, but it didn't work. The bulb was burnt out. Tiffany let out a sigh of relief. She and Vincent had been kissing for several minutes, all while Ronald's intense stare pierced through her like a knife. She had to manage Vincent's passion while worrying that Ronald might come at them. The tension in her body was unbearable like a bowstring pulled so tight it could snap at any moment. Noticing the sweat on her back, Vincent couldn't bear