It wasn't until Lady King left with a dissatisfied expression on her face that Suzanne Trent had the chance to ask Mason King about the situation. Before she could do so, she quickly ran into the bathroom and looked up at her neck.
When she saw the hickey on her neck that she hadn't managed to cover in time, it felt like a sudden rush of heat surged from her feet, threatening to set her hair ablaze.
She had dressed too hastily in the walk-in closet earlier, not even looking in the mirror, and had been distracted by Mason King and forgotten to cover the marks left from the night before...
She had actually gone to see Lady King like that...
"Mason King!" Suzanne stormed out of the bathroom, clutching her collar, "Did you do this on purpose...?"
From the moment he brought her home last night, to their morning together, to just now... she suddenly pieced everything together.