Vivian Manson sat stiffly in the passenger seat. Although she was sitting right next to Sky Moore, she felt like an outsider, and not only that, she had become a mere tool for the two people to show off their affection.
All the clumsy tactics seemed to become a tool in pushing the relationship between Lily Smith and Sky Moore through their intimate glances.
She suddenly felt that her actions today were nothing but a joke.
Vivian Manson felt a chill throughout her body, a sense of helplessness rose from within her, suppressing the sourness in her heart, she awkwardly tugged at the corner of her lips.
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Half an hour later, the sports car stopped in front of the hotel. Vivian Manson opened the car door, stood at the door and said softly to Sky Moore, "See you tomorrow, Sky."
Sky Moore nodded slightly, "See you tomorrow."
