Chapter Twenty Seven

The following morning, as my sleepy eyelids slowly opened, I let out a scream, which caused my heart to skip a beat since Ronald was sitting in front of me, looking weary and drinking something. What brought him here? If I recall correctly, I locked my door last night, but how?"Extra key."“Huh?”

"That is what you are contemplating." He said this as he sipped his drink. My pink cup is that. My mind became aware of everything, so I wrapped a blanket around myself. Thankfully, he did not perceive me in that way. But coming this way is bad. He placed the cup on a table while shrugging. Now his attire has changed. Where is he coming from?

"You lied once more, Rose. Now what?" The biggest liar, indeed.

"What do you mean, exactly?" He learns about me. She informed him. Indeed, why not? My face is losing all of its color.

"Last night, your blood was on me." I looked away when our eyes locked. He drew nearer until he sat down next to me. When he holds my face in his hands, I'm in shock. I firs