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

down at her

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

she took her time, but her mind

the new manager’s call. The old property staff had gone for a late–night snack and wouldn’t return for at least an hour. ‘So I have to wait at least an hour,’

enjoyed themselves too much, she might end up spending the night

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

not watching her step, she suddenly bumped

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 with

was fear or shock, as she exclaimed, “Why are you

and continued walking up

left and saw her room,

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

front of apartment 502, he turned to look at her, clearly displeased

stopping about 16

but she mustered the

above her might be someone she knew, and

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

silent, simply taking out his key to open bis

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 lingered in her

ordinary person now. She didn’t have the confidence to hope he was here because of

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

off guard, yet she was the one feeling anxious and

showed no emotion and pushed open the door of 502 ignoring

and, with his sharp, cold eyes, asked, “Do you

mocking if she had been

cared about deeply, he dismissed

out of the blue. A thought flashed through her mind. It seemed that she never

and likely never would

man seemed