Lila
As I find my way to the penthouse. The elevator doors slid apart, and I stepped into the penthouse, my heels echoing on the marble floor.
I walked gently to the restroom, my phone buzzing at the moment. I picked it up at once.
Lila, where are you? Max asked, his tone quiet and gentle with a careful look.
However I didn't answer him because I was in a rush at the moment.
It was late, and the ambiance felt tranquil, heavy as if everything around was lingering in stillness.
For a change, the typical solace of this place failed to calm me. Rather, it appeared strange and cold.
Maybe it was because I had already decided that I wouldn't remain here for much longer.
Max anticipated my arrival. He rested against the kitchen counter, one hand gripping a glass of whiskey, while the other was placed in the pocket of his tailored pants.
