Chapter 149
The line went dead, leaving me hanging.
Though the deer in front of me remained together
A moment later, the door swing open, rever contrast to the tension of the moment.
silence that spoke volumes.
my gut had already pieced the puzzle
Emest clad in a grey loungewear, A GASUAL
Turns out, my new neighbor was none other they him.
Turns out, he hadn’t been absent these past few days; he had moved in right across from me. Turns out, he wasn’t working late hours but had come early to stay close and watch over me=though from across the hallway, he never heathed a word.
And, he must have hatched the plan to rent the place across mine while fixing my sink!
Seeing him, everything clicked into place.
“Come in” Ernest invited, his demeanor cool, utterly unfazed by my discovery
In reality, his moving in was nothing wrong, and thy shock was perhaps an overreaction, but t couldn’t bring myself to simply greet him with a calm hello.
I stood rooted at the doorway, staring him down “Mr. Collins, don’t you think you owe me an explanation?”
“Come inside, and I’ll explain/ Ernest shifted aside, making room.
With gritted teeth, I stepped in
Despite knowing he was probably here for me, couldn’t shake off my imitation.
Imitated that he seemed to be playing games with me.
As I entered, I paused, taking in the changed interior. I had seen this place before, and it was nothing like what it stood before me novi
The furniture that used to fill the room was gone, leaving just a sofa in an empty living room. It looked like the place had been cleared out, hardly seeming like someone lived there.
“Where’s all the stuff?” I couldn’t help but ask.
Ernest looked at me, “Did you come by earlier?”
Always dodging my questions, my frustration with his evasiveness mounted,
Under my glaring scrutiny, he pointed towards doom not far, “I’ve packed everything up in
Just a sofa for him?
Chapter 140
A normal living space would at least have a TV stand or a small table for a coffee cup or a phone.
If he disliked clutter, why hadn’t he cleared away my parents‘ belongings in their room at Galaxy Harbor?
Though I didn’t voice this thought, I couldn’t help but probe, “Why choose to live across from me?”
Ernest replied, “Rent’s cheaper here.”
True, the rent was reasonable.
“But why specifically choose the one across from me?” I recalled overhearing a phone conversation in Ernest’s room.
Thinking back, I felt foolish, likely seen as naive in his eyes.
Ernest met my gaze head–on, “Because you’re across.”
He was straightforward, at least.
I scoffed, “You’re scarier than that blind date guy, moving right across from me.”
Ernest frowned slightly, “I’m not like him. I’m here to protect you, but he was not.”
His words left me without a comeback, yet I retorted in anger, “That still doesn’t mean your intentions are good.”
After a brief silence, Ernest admitted, “…Yeah.”
He admitted it?
True to his military background, he faced the consequences of his actions head–on.
I was at a loss for words, even more upset, “Yeah, what does that mean?”
“Wanting to be the first to catch the breeze,” Ernest’s reply had a poetic touch.
