Crossroads

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

glanced down at her chest and sighed

the lack of foot traffic and a lazy cleaning lady. Her

flights to climb, so she took her time,

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

much, she might end up spending the night outside her

phone and call Molly to come to my rescue?” In moments of crisis, she always thought of her dear

thought and not watching her step, she suddenly bumped

yellow glow, and she couldn’t be sure

The voice was abrupt and

fear or shock, as she exclaimed, “Why

her. He turned and

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

she recalled, her tone complex, and

clearly displeased

on the stairs, stopping about 16

her uncomfortable, but she mustered the courage to

for his response. She had suspected the resident above her might be someone she knew, and she had considered it

with an indescribable emotion, nervousness, confusion, and a hint of

he remained silent, simply taking out his

you living here?” she pressed, his indifference making her

in this old apartment complex. He could have taken over the whole area by writing a project plan. A thought lingered in her mind, but she didn’t dare

an ordinary person now. She didn’t have the confidence

There seemed to be a thin veil between her and the truth, and she desperately wanted to know.

been him caught off guard, yet she

emotion and pushed open the door

he stepped inside, he paused, turned, and, with his sharp, cold eyes, asked, “Do you want

fell silent. His cold question now felt like mocking if

about

through her mind. It seemed that she never understood him. She couldn’t

and likely never would

him. This man seemed