"I'll contact you when the time comes." Hannah tiptoed and whispered beside his ear, "Wait for me."
Ralph looked at “Heather” in shock as if he had just met her.
Hannah bit her lower lip and whispered again, "Trust me, I'm Annie."
After “Heather” finished her sentence, she thought a while and tiptoed again to kiss Ralph's cheek lightly, then immediately turned and strode away.
Ralph was dumbfounded. He touched his cheek after Heather was entirely out of sight and wondered if he was hallucinating. However, the key in his hand reminded him that everything was not a dream.
‘Why did she not hit or laugh at me if I’m not hallucinating? Instead, Heather kissed me and provided shelter for me,’ Ralph looked at the key and thought, ‘Is this another one of her tricks? Annie?’
At first, he thought it was a sweet nickname between them. “Heather” would become gentle and obedient within seconds if he called her Annie, but since the last two times did not work and she even beat him up, he no longer believed it.
It was useless to call a woman any nickname if she was mentally ill. It was not like a signal to order a robot. As for her current performance, either it was another trick, or her schizophrenia was acting up.
No matter what it was, it would not benefit Ralph. He sighed and wanted to throw away the key, but after thinking about it, he stuffed it in his pocket.
Ralph left dejectedly as the housekeepers in the yard judged him in low voices when he got into the car. Although he could not hear what they were saying, he could guess it easily. They must be laughing at him.
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