Staying in the study, because he was thinking of Nora Scott, he dared not close his eyes.
However, he waited until late into the morning, and still hadn't seen Nora Scott come out.
By afternoon, unable to put his mind at ease, he went over to knock on the door. After knocking a few times without a response, he opened the bedroom door with concern.
Who would have thought—
The bedroom was empty, no trace of Nora Scott could be found.
Pedro Langley stood at the doorway, feeling as if everything was just a dream.
The curtains were drawn back, the window opened, the wind blowing and swaying the curtains. The sketch on the easel was gone, but next to it, on the small table, was a tube of ointment for wounds.
The bedroom light was shattered, hit by a marble, and for the next half month, the bedroom light never turned on.
That was his villa, the bedroom on the third floor.
Nora Scott hadn't gone out through the door.
She jumped out from the balcony.
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