Chapter 9 Lying To Yourself

Just when Carter was about to lay down on his bed to relax, he heard the doorbell ring. He furrowed his brows and looked at the time on his wristwatch.
It was just 5.p.m, and Arthur would never come back home that early on a weekday.
Heaving a tired sigh, Carter got out of bed and headed to the living room to get the door. Looking through the peephole, his eyes widened as he saw Derick at the door.