Ella raised her head, but tears still slipped from the corners of her eyes.
The salty taste spread over her lips, mixing with the flavor of red wine, precipitating a pain that years could not wash away…
The night grew incrementally deeper.
It felt as if dark clouds were pressing down, and the air carried an oppressive heaviness that made breathing difficult.
In the silence, footsteps echoed in the corridor.
It seemed they lingered right by her room entrance.
Grace Yakov narrowed her eyes and set down her wine glass, swiftly wiping the tears from her face, restoring her composure before she walked over and opened the room door.
Seeing the butler standing outside, she furrowed her brows, "Is something the matter?"
