After a few seconds, her reason gave in to the devil inside. She wanted to escape.
She walked along the corridor with the support of the wall, daring not to turn back.
She cursed Leslie, "You are dead! How dare you drag me?”
Ivan saw her staggering alone and realized that something was wrong with her. He walked toward her, his hand in his pockets. After all, they used to work together.
When Ivan had just passed the door, it opened again. One step out, Leslie saw the cold, unapproachable back of Ivan.
He frowned. Was it Ivan?
He stepped back as if being electrocuted. After a few seconds, he calmed down and carefully poked his head out.
What was Ivan doing there? Leslie didn’t expect to see Ivan here.
The luxurious corridor smelt good.
Due to her suffering, Catherine stopped again. She turned and leaned against the wall, rubbing her temples with her eyes down.
Suddenly, she paused. Staring at the Gucci leather shoes that came into her sight, she couldn’t help thinking of Ivan. It was his favorite brand.
She had come here tonight wishing to meet him. Now, she was hallucinating.
“Are you dragged?” Ivan saw it at a glance.
The familiar low magnetic voice reached her ears like an electric shock. Catherine abruptly raised her eyes and met Ivan's eyes.
Looking at him, Catherine was filled with happiness and frustration. At some point, she thought she was dreaming. "Ivan?"
“Yes.” Ivan looked calm.
The smile on Catherine’s face gradually disappeared. She was at a loss, at the same time, aggrieved. She was in a dilemma.
Ivan asked, "Who did it?" While Ivan looked around, Leslie quickly retracted his head and was therefore unseen.
Yet Ivan already had the answer. Who else could it be if it was not Leslie?
Catherine was moved by Ivan's words of concern. Her nose went sour as she thought, “Perhaps he still cares for me.”
Then she saw Ivan take out his phone, ready to call.
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Seriously!!! 2 very short chapters per day!!!...