Alice immediately stiffened when she heard Joshua’s voice suddenly echoing through the silent room.
She must have misheard it; Joshua had eaten the creme brulee that she spiked with sedatives. How could he possibly have awoken?
This was impossible...
Alice shook her head and continued rifling through Joshua's clothes.
"You don’t need any help?" the same voice rang out from behind her just as she was about to reach for his shirt.
Alice could no longer convince herself she was mishearing things.
She slowly turned around, feeling as though the joints in her entire body were stiff and rigid. She finally took in the scene behind her.
Joshua, dressed in a pair of gray pajamas, was leaning gracefully against the doorframe. He fixated his gaze o n her, a smirk playing on his lips.
Alice felt as though her blood had run cold and her entire body had stiffened.
She opened her mouth but did not manage to say a single word. After a long while, she finally stammered, "Josh...Joshua."
"Yes." Joshua curled his lips into a smirk and strode over, then slowly squatted down in front of her.
He grabbed his shirt out of Alice's hands and sternly uttered, "What are you looking for behind my back? Why don’t you just tell me what it is, and I'll look for it together with you."
Alice was so nervous that she could not even form a single sentence. Her mind went blank.
This was not possible... How could this be?
She had put plenty of sleeping pills in the creme brulee Joshua had eaten. The doctor had told her that this dosage would not harm Joshua but would surely put him in a deep sleep for a while.
She had ground the pills into powder and sprinkled it all over Joshua's creme brulee. He had eaten not one but two bowls of it, so how could he still be awake?
"Let me guess." Joshua picked up his clothes, set them on the coffee table, then sat down gracefully on the sofa.
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