Finally, the footsteps stopped at the door.
Seraphina Redgrave didn't have much time to think. She silently jumped off the windowsill, closed the window, and sat casually on the big bed beside it.
The door was suddenly pushed open, and Ethan Sterling stood at the entrance with a sinister expression, his voice deep: "So this is where you are!"
Seraphina pretended not to hear, continuing to play with her hair, her head bowed.
She glanced at the candlestick on the bedside table, her mind resolute.
Three years ago, she had stabbed someone with ill intentions; today she wouldn't mind stabbing another!
Seraphina took a deep breath, gradually calming down.
Ethan's footsteps drummed upon her heart.
The fresh scent from his recent shower gradually enveloped her.
Seraphina swallowed and slowly lifted her head.
No matter how foolish she pretended to be, she couldn't hide the inherent clarity in her eyes, bright like autumn waters—though empty, they seemed all the more innocent.
