The next day, I was woken by a knock at the door. When I opened it, I saw an unexpected visitor. I looked at him coldly and asked, "What is it?"
Thomas glanced at me with disdain, clearly irritated by my indifferent attitude.
"Aren’t you going to invite me in?" he asked. "Is this your way of playing hard to get?"
Part 4
"My home doesn’t welcome you."
Thomas had never been turned away from my door before and he never expected me to speak to him with such a cold attitude.
In the past, if he had taken a single step toward me, I would’ve been overjoyed, unable to sleep all night.
"Stop pretending. Even if you stayed here for the rest of your life, I wouldn’t spare you a single glance."
I frowned, confused and asked, "You didn’t actually think I moved here because of you, did you?"
"Isn’t that the reason?"
He stormed into my house with absolute certainty, smashing the potted plants I had just arranged in my room into pieces.
Out of courtesy, I stood at the door, waiting for him to vent his anger, before coldly pulling out the property contract.
"As far as I know, you and Jessica only moved into this neighborhood yesterday, while I bought this place two months ago."