"Where's Casper?" A man asked while following behind Noel, his unusual dark silver hair shimmered under the light, and his grey eyes only amplified his beauty, but those grey eyes were so cold it caused the cold wind to feel warm.
"He's asleep... upstairs," Noel answered and sat comfortably on the couch.
"What have you been up to these days, Noel?" The silver-haired man asked, his eyes though cold still conveyed how tired he was, "A girl came looking for me a day ago, and she was quite resilient, insisting on seeing me for some interrogation." He knitted his brows, and his expressionless face flashed a bit of expression.
Noel couldn't possibly say he was surprised, though he told her to quit her job four days ago, he knew that she wouldn't just sit still and wait for the one-month grace to pass.
"She seems to be quite suspicious of you," the man added.
