Regina, flustered under Waldo's scorching gaze, pretended to remain composed, the only thing she could do was quickly tidy herself up. The strapless design of her dress revealed the kiss marks on her skin. She picked up the silver fox shawl, silently and carefully covering the marks.
Waldo had already composed himself. As he looked at Regina in the satin dress, a surge of anger welled up in his wolf-like eyes, a reminder of the inexplicable rage he felt whenever he thought of the design of this so-called dress. "Don't go back to S.T. Hospital. Head straight to the villa later!" he ordered coldly.
Regina lowered her eyes, silently nodding in agreement.
Waldo fixed her with a deep, lingering gaze, before he strode out the door, leaving with an air of arrogant authority.
