Chapter 13

I don't know why Arthur took away his library card, but I don't want to care anymore. I already know too many secrets in this place; I should reduce my existence as little as possible to avoid being discovered.

I did not return to my room but went to the antique gallery to work. I told Arthur that I was busy and that it would make him suspicious if I returned to my room.

I took the towel and wiped the glass cabinets, but my mind was busy thinking about other things, so I kept wiping without moving the position.

Until the sudden sound of the door opening made me so startled that I dropped the towel in my hand, the sound of the door opening wasn't scary, because inside I was wary and guilty, I overreacted like that.

The person who just opened the door was Arthur. His face was so dark and cold it was scary. He walked towards me.

My heart hangs in mid-air. My mind paused; my lips moved before I could greet him when my throat was blocked by his large hand.

Arthur clasped his hands. My slen