By the time I reached the third room, the door was slightly ajar, and light spilled into the hallway.
My steps slowed.
Then I pushed the door open.
There she was.
Sitting quietly on the bed… surrounded by her things.
For a moment, I just stood there, staring.
So she really moved out.without thinking I opened the door and barged in, she was visibly startled when the door suddenly opened and looked up at me.
I stepped inside slowly, shutting the door behind me.
"Why did you move to this room… again?"
"I wanted a change of scenery. I'll move back later," she replied coolly. "Did you need something?"
I frowned at her tone, but somehow, my anger subsided.
That was clearly not the real reason—but she also looked like she had no intention of telling me the truth.
Without another word, I pulled out the black credit card and placed it on the nightstand, sliding it toward her.
"If there's anything you want, just buy it."
