Marcel didn’t head home as expected. Instead, he drove to Skylar’s apartment. Arriving at her doorstep, he hesitated for a brief moment before ringing the doorbell.
It didn’t take long for the door to swing open, revealing Skylar standing there. Her eyes widened in surprise. She hadn’t expected to see him so soon after what had transpired the previous day.
“Marcel, please come inside,” she invited.
Without a word, Marcel stepped inside. There was a coldness in his demeanor that Skylar found unsettling, though she brushed it off, attributing it to stress or fatigue.
As she closed the door behind him, she turned to find Marcel already seated in the armchair, his posture rigid and his gaze was distant.
Forcing a smile, Skylar crossed the room and took a seat on the couch opposite him. H
