Before that tall and long-legged man could open the door and walk into the lounge, Dorothy, who was behind him, shouted anxiously, "Credence Scott!" The moment she called out his name, only she herself knew how riotous her heart was beating, as if it was sailing in the seas, flapping against the turbulent wind. With his phone in one hand and his other hand tucked into the pocket of his trousers, Credence turned around and looked at the beautiful woman standing not far away, his expression placid. She was wearing a baby blue evening gown, her black and shiny hair immaculately coiffed into a delicate bun, making her look as beautiful as a painting. There was no expression on his handsome face. Out of courtesy, he lifted his eyelids and asked flatly, "What is it?" His clear voice was leveled, devoid of any emotions, as if he was asking a stranger who he had never seen before. After returning to Talco City, Dorothy had imagined herself meeting him over
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