AFTER SENDING SCARLET IN THE UBER, I began to make my way back to my room, aware of the numerous tasks awaiting me. At the top of the list is soothing Ava's anger. The image of her angry face and clenched fists remains vivid in my mind. Oh, boy! I'm soon gonna be dead meat, and there's no escaping it.
The door to our room was locked. It struck me as strange because I didn't lock it myself. Oh yeah, why do I keep forgetting the new truth that this room is not mine alone; it’s ours, Ava’s and mine. So, does this mean she locked the room? That's a possibility. After all, if it was not me or Ava, then who else would dare?
Fortunately, my foresight paid off – I always carry a spare key. I retrieved my wallet from my back pocket, took out the spare key, and skillfully unlocked the door. Ha! Lu
