Milan clicked his tongue and sat on the sofa, scrutinizing me with narrowed eyes. "The aesthetic eye of local men moves me."
I did not bother paying attention to him, let alone take his words seriously. I turned around and went upstairs.
If Jordan could really take us away, then it would truly be a blessing.
I went to Shannon's room. She was not sleeping and looked much more energetic and less dazed now.
When I walked to the side of the bed, she abruptly grabbed my hand and spoke in a trembling voice, "I want to go home, Wanda."
I felt a lump in my throat and nodded to agree.
The rest were feeling much better now, though their complexions were still a little pale.
Staying in a disgusting place like that for too long could make any ordinary person go mad.
Milan rarely stayed in the villa. Maybe he was particularly careful because he was afraid of dying, so he seldom stayed too long in one spot. Hence, I did not see Milan at dinner.
After eating dinner, I went back to my room to rest.
As soon as I lay down on the bed, I had trouble falling asleep. I was overwhelmed by the joy of being able to g o home. The joy lasted until midnight.
When I finally felt a hint of drowsiness, I heard the sound of a car from downstairs.
I was shocked and thought that Milan had returned.
Now that he was back, were we still able to leave tomorrow?
Just as I was getting restless, there was a knock on the door.
I abruptly sat up from the bed, put on my shoes, and got out of bed. I tiptoed to the bedroom door and put m y ear against it. I listened to the movements outside the door.
"It's me." A cold voice of a man came from outside the door.
I could hear that it was Jordan's voice and opened the door to look at him with a confused expression.
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