As she passed the entrance hall, she determined the location of Alexander Foster by the direction of his scent - the staircase entrance.
In the dimly lit space, a tall man leaned against the wall, his head drooping, his long legs slightly bent. He was utterly motionless, as if asleep.
But no one who was asleep could stand so steadily.
She languidly walked over and reached out, resting her hand near his shoulder.
With a click, the light on the stairs turned on, casting a dim, orange ray. It shone on the handsome face of the man, illuminating the clarity in his eyes.
There was no trace of sleepiness.
So, he wasn't asleep.
Chloe Collins calmly met his gaze, asking, "Why didn't you turn on the light?"
A hint of unknowable emotion swirled in the man's eyes as he casually said, "Just came in."
His deep and mellow voice, laced with a hint of hoarseness, gave these simple three words an ambiguous touch.
