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

traffic and a lazy cleaning lady. Her footsteps echoed as she climbed. each

climb, so she took her

property staff had gone for a late–night snack and wouldn’t return for at least an hour. ‘So I

too much, she might

come to my rescue?” In moments

step, she suddenly

duller. The stairway lights cast a hazy, yellow glow, and she couldn’t be sure if he was a figment of her imagination or

you’re going. The voice was abrupt and familiar, low and deep, filled

as she exclaimed, “Why are you here?” Her eyes reflected his stern

her. He turned and continued walking up the

second. She looked to her left and saw her room, 402. But he

recalled, her tone

of apartment 502, he turned to look at her, clearly displeased by her calling him a lunatic. His eyes

stairs, stopping about 16 feet from

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

the resident above her might be someone she knew, and

with an indescribable emotion, nervousness,

simply taking out his key to open

are you living here?” she pressed, his

this old apartment complex. He could have taken over the whole area by writing a project plan. A thought

person now. She didn’t have the confidence

her and the truth, and she desperately wanted to know. She shouted

caught off guard, yet she was the one feeling anxious and

open the door

with his

now felt like mocking if she had been pushed to tears by frustration

cared about deeply, he

flashed through

and likely never would

watching him. This man seemed so distint

The Novel will be updated daily. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!

Comments ()

0/255