More and more often you began to notice that Leon was lying to you, initially you turned a blind eye to it, but everything should be over.

You were sitting on the couch waiting for him. The key in the front door turned, and the light came on in the hallway. Kennedy went into the living room and turned on the light. There was no limit to his surprise.

Lipstick on his chest, the floral scent of a woman's perfume hit his nose, as if a whole bottle had been poured on him.

— Good evening, is there any explanation for all this?

Your gaze radiated menace.