Rejected No More: I Am Way Out Of Your League, Darling!

Chapter 175

Chapter 175:

Katrina stopped in her tracks, her keen eyes darting through the shadows. Out of nowhere, a sudden gust of wind swept past. The door creaked, nudging softly against the frame, the sound startlingly loud in the quiet of the night.

Her expression didn’t waver, radiating an icy calm that hinted at an underlying menace.

Turning back into the villa, she closed the balcony door firmly. Holding the spare phone in her grip, she began descending the stairs.

The master bedroom was eerily silent, the only sound coming from running water in the bathroom. Katrina’s eyes flicked to the floor—the white tiles were pristine and bone-dry. She approached the bathroom door, gave it a light knock, and leaned in to listen, her ear resting against the cool wood.

“Sweetheart?” she called out.

No reply.

Whatever fleeting relief she’d felt earlier evaporated, replaced by a tightening unease curling in her chest.

a fruit knife. With the blade

Are you in

his name several times, but the only response was the persistent hiss of water

tightly around the doorknob, her other hand gripping the knife with

thrives at

sharp—sharp enough to pierce a chest and sever an artery, causing instant

knew this. She

the exact location of the heart remained seared into her mind, as though permanently etched like a blueprint. Taking a deep breath, she

the bathtub, lazily scrolling through his phone. Startled by Katrina’s sudden entrance, he lifted his gaze,

on? I’m

knife behind

calling you. Why didn’t you

returned his attention to the

chess on my phone. Didn’t hear a

a

had happened, like