The man who could change his expression so quickly was the first Andrew had ever seen.
One moment, he was so sad and fragile, saying things that made people feel suffocatingly sad.
The next moment, he managed to curl his lips so maliciously and then, as if devoid of warmth, became a demon once again.
Shirley Grant's mind was a bit muddled for a moment.
Could the Andrew she just saw have been merely her illusion?
"Not leaving yet? Waiting for me to get on top of you?"
The blatant words carried with color, causing Shirley Grant's eyes to widen instantly, disregarding her image, she fled without even putting on her shoes.
Andrew: ......
Looking at the neatly placed pair of slippers in front of the sofa, he frustratedly grabbed his hair.
Damn it!
......
With a bang, she shut her room door, Shirley Grant leaned against the door, panting heavily.
With a face full of lingering terror, she slowly sat on the ground.
