With a thoughtful look plastered on her face, Simone traced Alicia’s picture, but her eyes fixed on Ashton who she depicted to be lost in his world. Too lost to even care about anything else going around him. Debating on his state wasn’t even her priority as she knew that there was something more she was bound to do first, so closed the leather piece, straightened her shoulders and entered the room making a creepy sound through her feet wanting him to look at her because she hated to come out as an intruder.
And as she wanted, Ashton swiveled his head to meet her amused face as if she had just earned millions. If he thought, she would utter any trash like her usual self, she surprised him by shutting the door; the automatic lock did its work while the lady who was back in her haunted dres
