Pressing his lips tightly together, he stared unblinkingly until the woman's silhouette disappeared...
"Bryan White..." Crossley called out to him, her voice slightly hoarse, "Are you really..."
Seeing the man's expression darken further, she stopped speaking, not knowing what more to say. She looked towards Ose Owen, whose handsome face was sullen, his expression grave.
This atmosphere made Crossley frown, yet she didn't know what to say.
"I have something to do, I'll head out first." Bryan White suddenly stood up, not waiting for them to speak, he strode out of the private room.
Bryan White originally had no intention of chasing after Mabel Doyle, yet as he truly left the room, his feet hastily carried him forward.
The man, with his long arms and legs, finally caught sight of the slender silhouette of a woman at the corner of the staircase.
