Travis Miller watched Abigail Hemsworth enter the neighboring villa before stepping into his own.
Standing in the empty living room, Travis Miller scanned every corner with a cold expression, then silently walked into the dining room.
He tidied the dining table and headed into the kitchen.
Travis Miller felt like he might be sick.
Even the bowls and chopsticks Abigail Hemsworth used, he pushed to the very end, not even wanting to wash them.
Her fingerprints were on them, once holding her warmth.
Now he wanted to preserve everything related to her.
*
Rowan Benett probably loved watching chaos the most, especially Travis Miller's.
Nat Crawford felt a bit helpless seeing him at the door.
"Young Master Benett, isn't your company busy?"
Rowan Benett raised an eyebrow, slanted a lazy glance at Nat Crawford, and clicked his tongue.
"Underestimating the bond between us brothers, huh? Compared to the company, of course, my brother's matters are more important."
