Melissa waved at Ethan, as he walked into the house, even though he didn't wave back. He was still closed, and unyielding, despite her telling him she liked him.
No man had ever resisted her, now she could understand George perfectly— she could understand why he wanted Laura so bad.
She turned away, walking back towards the gate, only to hear harsh voices. Curious to hear, she walked towards the garden, but instead of turning round the building, so the whole garden could come into play, she stayed by the edge of the building, peeping over.
There was Lauren, her hands flailing as she spoke, her brows knitted in frustration, her whole face twisted in an angry picture.
She was talking to someone, but the person was hidden by the rose bushes.
“It’s not fair. This isn't what we agreed!
