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

was dusty, likely due to the lack of foot traffic and a lazy cleaning lady. Her footsteps echoed as she climbed. each step triggering the sensor lights above,

flights to climb, so she took her

old property staff had gone for a late–night snack and wouldn’t return for

she might end up

phone and call Molly to come to my rescue?” In moments of

and not watching her step, she suddenly bumped into someone.

hazy, yellow glow, and she couldn’t be sure if he was a figment of her imagination

was abrupt and familiar, low and deep, filled with

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

and continued walking

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

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

to look at her, clearly displeased by her calling

on the stairs, stopping

intense gaze made her uncomfortable, but she mustered the courage

be someone she knew, and she had considered it might

an indescribable emotion, nervousness,

silent, simply taking out his key

she pressed, his indifference making her

randomly choose to live in this old apartment complex. He could have taken over the whole area by writing a project plan.

now. She didn’t have the confidence to hope

be a thin veil between her and the

guard, yet she was

pushed open the door of

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

fell silent. His cold question now felt like mocking

about

out of the blue. A thought flashed through her

and likely never would

him. This man seemed so distint from her

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