Chapter 195

• It was close to eleven at night. Lorry had finally drifted off to sleep, and the apartment was wrapped in heavy silence. Lily moved quietly toward the kitchen for a glass of water, her footsteps echoing softly in the dim light—until the sudden chime of the doorbell cut through the quiet.
• She glanced nervously at the clock. “Who could it possibly be at this hour?” For a moment, she hesitated at the door, her hand lingering on the lock.
• Eventually, Lily found her courage and opened the door. In an instant, Lewis stepped inside and pushed the door shut behind him. Before she could react, he pinned her gently but firmly against the nearby wall. His face was close, eyes rimmed red—a glimmer of pain flickering beneath the fierce coldness.