Finally, Kiki Sutton finished the toasts with Ashton Young and could take a good rest, but Kiki didn't want to leave the man by her side for even a moment.
She leaned against the wall behind her, watching the man in front of her making a call. His voice was extremely gentle, and he occasionally let out a light laugh, as if the person on the other end was a delicate woman...
Kiki shook her head slightly. They weren't in any kind of relationship; she couldn't meddle in his affairs, nor did she have the right to.
"Have you been waiting long?" Ashton Young, perhaps sensing her discomfort, hung up the phone,
turning around to look gently at the woman leaning against the wall. She was wearing an exquisite cocktail dress, with a hint of cleavage visible, her blushing face slightly intoxicated,
and being such a woman who had accompanied him for so long, any man would have some thoughts.
Especially since in front of her was Ashton Young, who had been with countless women.
