Thankfully, I had finally moved on from the past.
The afternoon meeting had run longer than expected.
By the time Rachel got back to her apartment building,it was almost 8 p.m.
Her apartment was on the 18th floor, with three units per level.
As the elevator doors slid open, she immediately spotted a familiar figure standing outside her door.
Rachel blinked.
Dominic.
He was still in his tailored black suit, tie perfectly in place. He looked sharp and composed—like he had just stepped out of a meeting. The same cold, intimidating aura surrounded him.
His brows were furrowed, and there was a shadow of exhaustion beneath his deep-set eyes. It was clear he had been waiting for a while.
Why is he here? Dominic had never come to her place before. He used to say it was too small, too cram
