Following Adam after the conversation in the kitchen, he climbed on the second floor and almost shut the door in her face. However, Monica was faster and managed to stop it before it slammed. She expected something like this. Quickly entering the room, she shut the door behind her back.

Adam turned around and squinted in dissatisfaction. He rolled his eyes.

“What? I don't want you here!” he hissed and clenched his jaw.

“I don't care.” Monica shrugged, but her heart was still racing in a wild chase inside her chest. It could never outrun Adam's coldness and traumas. They were too deep. She could never break his walls. But...