At the suburban villa, Vicky had a complacent smile on her face as she gazed at her phone screen after the call got disconnected.
She raised her hand to look at the watch. The hands of the watch were pointing towards the time she wanted it to.
She knew Charles very well. Now that he had promised to come here, he would come, no matter what.
It would take her an hour to complete the task. Her goal would be accomplished.
Vicky rose from the bed and hastened to enter the bathroom. She took a small wooden box out from the bottom of the cabinet. She gently opened the wooden box and took out a long and thin object like a sandalwood incense stick. She looked at it with a menacing smile on her face.
It was a wonderful thing. Vicky looked at it as if she was holding a magic wand in her hand. In less than a minute of taking it out, the entire bathroom was pervaded by a spate of faint fragrance, which smelled very good.
Vicky took a deep breath and swayed her head back as if to relax her body. Then, suddenly, she came back with a jerk as if she had suddenly been induced with a splurge of some vigorous vitality in her body. Her eyes looked mysterious as if she was in a trance.
Walking to the window, Vicky placed the incense in a white and slender porcelain bottle. After placing the stick, she took a step back and took a look at it. She eyed the orange incense kept in the bottle and felt it did not look very complimentary being isolated right in front of the window pane.
Vicky looked around at the other objects lying around, and her eyes fell on a vase of lilies. She immediately took a few pieces of lilies from that vase and put them next to the incense in the porcelain bottle. After that, she looked at the arrangement once again and gave an approving smile.
The stage was all set. Now, it was time to wait for Charles to arrive. Vicky looked at the bottle of water kept on the table with a sneer.
In less than an hour, Charles' car arrived outside the villa.
Hearing the sound of the car, Stella rushed to the gate to receive Charles. Seeing Charles get out of the car, she winked at him and pointed upstairs.
"Mr. Lu, how come you are here?"
Charles didn't answer her question and asked, "Where is Miss Ruan?"
"Miss Ruan is upstairs. She has been there throughout the day. She is in a foul mood. And she didn't eat or drink." Stella then lowered her voice and confided in Charles, "She has been furious since morning. She even threw and smashed things in the bedroom."
"Thank you for putting up with all this, Stella," Charles said and started climbing the stairs.
Charles knocked on the door of Vicky's bedroom. He waited for a few seconds, but there was no response coming from the bedroom.
"Vicky!" Charles said loudly.
But there was still no response from her.
Charles frowned as he gazed at the closed door of the bedroom. Vicky had called him to come here, but when he arrived, she had not even shown up. What was she up to?
His patience was running out. After a couple of attempts, he did not want to knock again. He said coldly, "I'll leave if you don't open the door."
As soon as Charles said that the door was opened. Vicky stood there, leaning on the door, looking at him with love in her eyes.
Charles felt disgusted at her gaze. He gave her dirt and said, "What do you want?" He tried to remain calm and patient.
Vicky's face changed as she saw Charles' reaction. She looked dejected as she lowered her head.
"Vicky, I don't have much patience. If you still don't tell me, I'm really leaving," Charles said.
"Charles!" Vicky raised her head suddenly and took a quick look at him. Then she lowered her head again with a blush. She spoke in a soft voice, "I, I don't know how to tell you. I feel, I just can't live without you."
"Is that the reason why you pretended to be sick and coaxed me into coming here?" Charles asked with a sneer.
"No, Charles, trust me. I didn't lie to you!" Vicky quickly raised her head, feigning an earnest look, and explained to Charles, "I was genuinely not feeling well for the last few days. I've had nightmares for several consecutive nights. I had a dream that you abandoned me. I was walking alone in the darkness of night, and many ghosts were approaching me..."
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