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CHAPTER 387
By the time he had gone, Cullen locked his door as Nova wasn't coming back that night again.
"I thought he'd never leave."
"Who's there?" He quickly brought out a knife from his trouser and took a defensive stance as his eyes roamed around the room in search of the owner of the voice but he found nothing.
It was not until he brought his eyes back to where he checked before and found a figure standing right in front of him at some distance away blocked by the see-through curtains near the window.
"It took you long enough."
"Come out," Cullen ordered but the figure refused to move a muscle.
"It is funny, seeing as you are pointing my weapon at me and using it to defend yourself. Tsk, naughty." He knew that voice. He had heard it before. She was the one.
