Chapter 77 I Can Help
- Back at my apartment, just as I slid the key into the lock, the sound of approaching footsteps made me spin around. Steve stood there, holding a meticulously wrapped gift box.
- “It’s late… do you need something?” I asked cautiously, eyeing him.
- He shook his head, a faint smile playing on his lips. “It’s for Grace. I hope she likes it.”