Cordelia blushed red and struggled away from Zephyr’s hold to run into the room while he was distracted.

Robert sucked in a cold breath, but it was already too late to run.

Zephyr’s glower was so dark that it could drip ink.

He walked briskly to the door and pulled the metal bolt open with a clank. His eyes felt like ice as they gave Robert a death glare.

The corners of Robert’s lips twitched as he plastered on a smile, his heart almost leaping out of his throat.

“What is it?” Zephyr spat coldly.

Robert had completely forgotten what he wanted to say and stared at the man dumbly.

The few seconds of silence felt as long as centuries.

Cordelia then heard someone’s deafening growl from where she was in the room. “Robert Davis…”

Helen was picking vegetables and hurried out of the kitchen, shocked by the noise.

“What happened to Mr. Zephyr?”

Cordelia sat on the couch with a secret giggle.

to the kitchen, talking to herself, “It hurts the throat to shout like this.

snaked in between the men.

tense face finally cracked a little. He glared at

knew that it must not disturb him

yes…” Robert chuckled apologetically, drenched in a cold

he quickly pulled an old phone

the phone’s recovered. Take

himself and went through the phone. There was indeed chat history between

frown was deeply etched, with her fists clenched

wrong thoughts! That she’s nothing outside of the Hamertons,

expression was grim when he turned to ask Robert,

and forth, so it shows up as a tangled mess on the GPS. It’s not easy to track him

look at this!” Cordelia

gallery, and the latest

compared the phone to their living room. “Zephyr, it’s this place. He’s been snapping

a look. The photos were the painting on the wall in the living room, and

in on

were the jewelry Zephyr had given her and what her

more she found it wrong.

Zephyr. “But he wants

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