Chapter 392: Sister-in-law

He took the initiative to greet Kelvin. "Kelvin." "Yeah." After a casual response, Kelvin lifted his foot to go downstairs, wearing nothing underneath his black bathrobe. In the fleeting moment of brushing past each other, a large hand suddenly grabbed his right arm, seemingly unintentional but forcefully. Kelvin muttered in his heart, enduring the pain shooting up his arm, while his deep-set eyes turned icy cold. His voice was low and hoarse. "What's the matter?" Vincent didn't notice anything amiss and couldn't help but feel puzzled... Wasn't that guy Kelvin? The person in front of him was emanating hints of an imminent outburst. He brushed off Vincent's hand, his tone indifferent. "Your hand is all sweaty." It was evident that he was repulsed. The man's gaze flickered for a moment. The hall was not lit, only the dim daylight from outside seeping in. He lifted his head again, a hint of embarrassment appearing on his face. He withdrew his hand and wiped it on the white to