Leaving the Wrong Love Behind Forever novel Chapter 522

After Sylvia calmed down in the room, she went to the bathroom and wiped her face thoroughly. When she walked to the cloakroom, she saw that it was all men's clothes.

She stood still, a little confused.

At that moment, she was wearing nothing but a shirt.

You can't just walk out like that Or walk out in a man's suit which will only make people laugh harder.

Last time, in order to leave here completely, she took all her clothes away.

Sigh.

The last time Sheryl held a birthday party, there were some women's clothes in the public dressing room. Those should have been bought by Arthur for Sheryl.

When she thought of Sheryl, Sylvia's eyes flashed with a cold and sharp light.

Last night, when she was in trouble, she clearly heard the man say: What made her offend someone? No wonder someone wants to harm her.

Obviously, what happened last night was as a result of someone's ulterior motives who took advantage of the dance held by Zander to commit a crime against her, with the purpose of completely destroying her.

That was too vicious!

She stood there with chills all over her body, and every pore on her body was exuding cold air.

Suddenly,

There was a knock on the door.

"Who is that?" Sylvia's tone was cold.

"Me," Arthur spoke warmly outside the door.

Just when she heard the voice of the man, Sylvia's heart felt cold again, and her body was trembling slightly.

"What's wrong?"

"Open the door, and I'll give you some clothes." He stood outside the door, speaking with a very friendly attitude.

Sylvia hesitated for a moment, then walked over and opened the door.

"Here you go." Arthur took a set of pink sweatshirts and handed them to her.

She took it, turned around, and quickly closed the door again with a "bang" sound.

Arthur touched his nose. If he hadn't retreated quickly, he might have turned his nose red.

He turned and left.

Sylvia went to the bathroom with the sweatshirt and was about to take off the white shirt and put the sweatshirt on, but as soon as she unbuttoned it, she heard the doorbell ringing outside.

"Who is that?" she said angrily.

Her face grew hotter.

The bastard was so shameless! Couldn't both be handed over all at once?

She raised her hand and took the pants too.

Then,

She closed the door as quickly as possible, locked it, and ran toward the bathroom.

She quickly changed her clothes and stood in front of the full-length mirror. She saw her long, straight black hair floating on her shoulders. She wore a pink sweatshirt, which made her pale face slightly red, adding a delicate and charming look to her look. Her beauty, coupled with her pure temperament, made her look like a docile little woman.

One has to say that the sweatshirt Arthur brought suits her figure very well.

The man had such observing eyes.

She ran her hands through her hair to make them look a little softer, then turned and walked out the door.

Stepping out, she didn't see Arthur.

She thought he must have left.

She walked quickly to the front garden, where Lennard was standing.