After Liam had decided to go home to avoid what was to come, it greeted him. That thing he strongly wished not to see.

Liam lost count of how many times he cursed upon locking eyes with Odette. He felt like he had been struck with an unlucky arrow. The look on Odette’s face was something he was so familiar with.

Something he wanted to erase with his bare hands.

A sweet and innocent façade that he grew wary of.

Liam halted and put his left hand in his pocket to restrict himself. He threw the woman down the stairs with a cold stare. Now, what does she want with...