"Josh, you can't stay here," Alex said, his voice tinged with frustration.
"And why not?" Josh responded, his tone casual.
"Because this is my home. And..." Alex's eyes flickered with cold determination. "I don't want you disturbing our lives."
Josh sneered, leaning back against the doorway. "We're just passersby in each other's lives. There's no need to overthink it. But since you seem so worried, perhaps I should stay a little longer—just for fun."
Before Alex could respond, Josh turned on his heel and walked away, disappearing down the hall.
Alex clenched his fists, his eyes simmering with anger. Josh Greg, do you really think you've won?
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Claire, unaware of the tense exchange downstairs, walked into the living room. Her eyes lit up with joy as she admired the beauty of the space. The house was breathtakingly luxurious, with soft Gothic touches and romantic decorations.
