Crossroads

Chapter 290

Chapter 290

When fate turned sour, it felt like a cascade of misfortune crashing down all at once.

Carrying two bags of garbage to dispose of on the ground floor, Stephanie noticed quite a few male neighbors stealing glances at her as she rode the elevator. She felt self–conscious and uncomfortable the entire way.

Underneath her long, dark green wool coat, she only wore a light purple silk nightgown. It was winter, and though she thankfully hadn’t completely lost her wits, she remembered to throw on a long coat. The modern style and color of the coat made her look even more radiant, with rosy lips and bright eyes. Despite her appearance, she felt deeply troubled.

She had no money, no phone, and no bra. Worse, she had forgotten to bring her keys.

Stephanie wondered if other renters faced such ridiculous mishaps. Glancing down at her feet in shabby flip–flops, she couldn’t help but sigh.

She walked through the complex, feeling utterly embarrassed and questioning how she had managed to get through the past few years.

Maybe the slight fever was clouding her mind.

For the first time. Stephanie fastened every button of her coat before seeking help from the property management. But her bad luck hadn’t run its course.

“Miss, I’m new here and don’t know where the spare keys are. Could you wait a bit?” said the new property manager.

“How long do I have to wait!” she looked at him and asked instinctively, crossing her arms and pulling her coat tighter in embarrassment. “Could you call someone? I’m in a bit of a bind.

Though the young manager didn’t understand her predicament, since it was a request from a beautiful girl, he agreed to resolve it as quickly as possible, even shyly offering her a seat in the property office to wait.

“No, thank you,” she replied, deciding to wait in her apartment instead.

Seeing a group of returning office workers waiting for the elevator at 10 PM, Stephanic wisely decided to take the stairs to avoid the crowd

down at her chest and sighed

lack of foot traffic and a lazy cleaning lady. Her footsteps echoed as

four flights to climb, so she took her time,

a late–night snack and wouldn’t

they enjoyed themselves too much, she might end up

ask a neighbor for a phone and call Molly to come to my rescue?” In moments of crisis, she always thought of her

her step, she suddenly bumped into someone. Startled, she

growing even duller. The stairway lights cast a hazy, yellow glow, and she couldn’t be sure if he was a

going. The voice was abrupt and familiar, low

fear or shock, as she

ignored her. He turned and continued

to her left and saw her room, 402. But he was

502!” she recalled, her tone complex, and quickly followed

502, he turned to look at her, clearly displeased by

the stairs, stopping

made her uncomfortable, but she mustered the courage to ask. “Why are

she knew, and she had

with an indescribable emotion, nervousness, confusion, and a

taking out his key to open bis

here?” she pressed, his indifference making

to live in this old apartment complex. He could have taken over the

didn’t

to be a thin veil between her and the truth, and she desperately wanted to

off guard, yet she was the

pushed open the

his sharp, cold eyes, asked, “Do you

question now felt like mocking

cared about

understand why he asked that out of the blue. A thought flashed through her mind. It seemed that she never understood him.

and likely never would

man seemed

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