"What you said was right. I should know where I stand!" As soon as I finished speaking, I got onto the cab.
Evan was puzzled, but he couldn't stop me by force, so he could only trail me in his car.
Aaron had previously transferred ownership of a house in Jarold City to me. I never visited it as I had never seen a use for it, but it suddenly came to mind. Hence, I decided that the cab would take me there.
The house was located not so far away in the city centre. It was 150 square-metre wide and lavishly furnished. As it was left unoccupied for years, a thick, musty smell of dust filled the house.
I didn't expect that Irvin would be the first to visit me. A cold chill ran up my spine when I saw him.
Once I had an aversion towards him, my tone when speaking to me naturally turned distantly and unfriendly. I asked coldly, "What are you doing here?"
His expression seemed gleeful, with a hint of joy. He glanced at the house behind me, looking somewhat satisfied, then asked happily, "Are you getting used to living here?"
I pursed my lips and repeated my question to him, "Why are you here?"
He wasn't displeased by my gloominess at all. Instead, it seemed like his good mood was here to stay. He asked, "May I come in and have a seat?"
I made a way for him. He walked into the living room and sat himself down on the couch. I didn't serve him any water, nor did I intend to.
My gaze was icy cold. Our relationship was now the shakiest and most turbulent it had ever been, having deteriorated significantly since we last met.
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