The Girl They Ignored Returned as the Woman Seven Men Would Die For novel Chapter 109

By the time Mika found Julian's place, a thin layer of sweat coated her forehead.

She held the heavy casserole and rang the doorbell three times, but no one answered. Left with no choice, she punched in the passcode.

The electronic lock chimed with a friendly automated voice, "Welcome home!"

Mika pulled the door open and poked her head inside somewhat awkwardly. "Julian, are you home..."

Before she could finish, the sight before her completely robbed her of words.

People always said luxury penthouses were airy with incredible views.

Yet, in this supposedly grand mansion, an absolute chaotic mess of clutter stretched all the way from the entryway to the living room.

An entire wall featured a custom wooden shoe cabinet lined with ambient lighting, yet the floor was buried beneath dozens of pairs of expensive sneakers, sprawling wildly across the walkway.

The floor-to-ceiling windows offered a breathtaking high-rise view of the city, but the living room itself was suffocatingly packed into every available inch.

Unopened delivery boxes were stacked on the dining table like a cardboard fortress.

The sofa was buried under a mountain of blankets, throw pillows, and clothes, leaving zero room for a single person to sit.

Dozens of empty coffee mugs crowded the glass coffee table.

Stacks of books jutted up from the floor like literary stalagmites.

But oddly enough, there was a strange order to the chaos. A perfectly logical, smoothly carved pathway had been left open specifically for a wheelchair to navigate.

Mika could easily picture Julian rolling his wheelchair down this narrow, winding trail through his own hoarded mess.

Such a massive, open-concept penthouse, and he had somehow turned it into a claustrophobic maze.

Mika blinked.

Remembering her promise to Mrs. Remington to tidy up a bit, a wave of pressure immediately hit her.

Truthfully, the apartment didn't feel filthy.

At the very least, there wasn't any rotting takeout garbage, and the stacked coffee cups on the table were perfectly clean—just never put away.

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