Inside the clinic, Kerry rubbed his leg with an aggrieved look on his face.
Felicia couldn't help but laugh. The kick she gave him earlier wasn't even that hard. Even so, she said, "Alright, I'll count it as a work injury."
Kerry beamed immediately, his neat white teeth on full display as he chuckled.
It wasn't until the sun was about to set that Dexter finally left. His staggering figure seemed pitiful.
Felicia only spared him a glance before looking away. She took a different path home, a route entirely opposite to the one Dexter had taken.
By the time she arrived home, the sky had already gone completely dark.
As soon as Felicia stepped through the gates of her villa, she noticed someone standing under the automatic lights in the courtyard.
The figure was tall and lean, playing idly with a silver lighter. With every flick, the flame cast a faint glow on his face, illuminating his features.
Who else could it be but Stephan?
This man really was something else. Back when she lived in her rental apartment that was on the seventh floor, he managed to climb through the window to get in without a problem.
Now that she had moved to a villa, the height advantage was gone, making it even harder to keep him out.
She pondered whether she should get two dogs, preferably larger, ferocious ones!
That way, if Stephan dared to climb over the wall next time, the two fierce dogs could chase him down and give his butt a good bite…
The thought of it made her laugh out loud as if she could already see it happening.
Lost in her imagination, she didn't notice she had walked right up to Stephan.
He pocketed the lighter and smiled playfully. His gaze locked onto Felicia's clear eyes as he drawled, "Are you that happy to see me? Hmm?"
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