Inside the hall.
Someone sat in a shadowy corner, aimlessly playing cards on the tabletop, his back to them, but his voice was severe and detached.
Grace Webb's eyes narrowed slightly, fixated on the back of the man's head.
Roughly discerning.
She found the voice somehow familiar.
James Woolley took a glance and leaned back, half-chuckling.
The person only spoke when things got messed up, he really could hold his breath.
Dax Harrison rubbed his neck, stood up holding the cards, kept his head down shuffling them, and gradually walked towards her, her view fixed on him.
Grace Webb's lips puckered in irritation .
Wasn't this the shameless culprit who barged into her rest room?
Perhaps her gaze was too piercing, Dax Harrison also glanced over, the moment their eyes met, he paused slightly, misplacing a card.
The woman smirked.
In her eyes, however, he was already parts of pieces.
Dax Harrison's footsteps subtly faltered.
