If Marylin had heard correctly, he had said he was her "neighbor across the hall."
Wait… he lives across from me?
The realization made her brow furrow instinctively. He hadn't contacted her at all these past few days, and she had assumed he had given up. Yet here he was, living right across from her.
Marylin wasn't naïve enough to think it was a coincidence. This boy had clearly planned this in advance. So much for the nerd who only does research all day, she thought, recalling Laurent's words. Turns out he's cunning as well.
Before she could say anything, Karl held out a bottle of red wine, smiling warmly:
"I heard some noise from your apartment—sounds like you're having guests. I thought I'd bring a bottle of wine to celebrate your move."
Marylin glanced at the wine and smirked coldly.
"And aren't you celebrating moving into your own place?"
