ades hard against the velvet wallpaper of the hallway,

is long, powerful legs moved s

hey passed each other, Ethelbert shi

ushed against the fabric of her trench

e through her body. Her brain instantly flashed back to two years ago, to

pattern on the floor. She praye

king at her. He treated her lik

all, polite nod. But Ardella saw the c

g, desperate to escape the hallway that was

voice echoed from the other end of the hall. It

suck up to Ethelbert. "Mr. Stone! Sorry y

cks. A layer of cold swe

ing. His deep, cello-like voi

ert asked. His tone

s back. He laughed and said it was just the pat

nd on her back. It felt like a physical

d the leather handles of her Hermes

ked if Ethelbert knew the notor

silent. The air was

bert let out a low, quiet laugh.

oice dripping with absolute

cold knives plunging stra

earing him deny her existence so brutally still ca

that a low-class gold digger w

ether. She forced the burnin

tened her spine, lifted her chin, an

ed inside and started hitting the

hut, she looked through the narro

eyes now. There was only a bottomless, dar

ld metal wall of the elevator. She gasped for air, her