NovelBookI sensed something off about Claude lately, but I knew better than to let my guard down around him.
As I was about to close my door, I caught sight of Dr. Hilton across the hall, his door wide open, eyes fixed on me. It was almost certain he'd seen Claude leave my place. With his lips pursed, I couldn't help but wonder what he was thinking, especially since he'd met her earlier today.
He must have recognized Claude.
Feeling awkward yet compelled, I grabbed a bottle of milk my brother had dropped off earlier and walked over to him. "This is from my brother," I said, handing him the milk without waiting for a response and leaving it at his doorstep.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThen, remembering Ronald, I dashed back to fetch another bottle. "This one's for Mr. Collins," I mused, feeling a sense of warmth towards both men. Without their presence in my life, my untimely demise would've likely remained a mystery.
No sooner had I placed the second bottle down when a summer breeze slammed my door shut behind me. And, of course, I was locked out.
Biting my lip in frustration, I turned to Max. "Could you lendyour phone? I need to call a locksmith." "I don't have a locksmith's number. Try Ronald," he suggested, barely concealing the smirk on his face. Their openness about their lives made them all the more appealing, especially since both were undeniably attractive.
Max then dialed Ronald, his tone firm yet casual, "Need you to unlock a door." To an outsider, it might have sounded like a command, but I could tell there was a different kind of affection between them, which madesuppress a smile.
Noticing Max examining the milk, I saw a flicker of recognition in his eyes. "Is this from the Hilton family farm?" His question caughtoff guard. The milk bottle was plain, devoid of any branding. How he identified its origin so quickly was beyond me.
Seeing my puzzled look, he chose not to elaborate, simply leading the way with the milk to his fridge, which, to my surprise, was stocked with bottles from the sfarm.
Was Claude delivering gifts to Max? And here I was, thinking she was just being generous with me.
Compared to Max's stash, my few bottles seemed insignificant.
"Do you like it?" he asked, placing two bottles in the microwave to warm them up.
I managed a stiff smile, not committing to a preference.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmIn another life, my fondness for milk had leddown a complicated path with Claude, a mistake I wasn't keen on repeating.
Seeing my hesitation, Max didn't press further, leaving the milk untouched.
It wasn't long before Ronald arrived, his annoyance palpable. "Seriously, couldn't you just call a locksmith instead of draggingout here?" His eyes widened when he sawsitting calmly on the sofa, a silent greeting exchanged between us.
His gaze bounced between Max and me, confusion written all over his face.
"Max, I didn't expect you to..." "Shut it," snapped, making ald instantly pay attention toet was doing. "Oh, it's your that's busted, not his." belongs to en.kikistorie
The lock gave way under his skilled hands in no time. You should sider a keypad lock," he advised opening the door.
Grateful, I nodded my appreciation and hurried back to my apartment. But as I walked away, Ronald called out, "The milk."
Pausing, I turned back to see Max, silent but for a moment, stepping aside to letthrough. The content on novelenglish.net! Read the latest hapter there!
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