“Fred, there’s been people knocking on the door. Could this hotel be a black shop? I’m so scared. I heard that some criminal gangs specifically target single girls like me. Can you come and stay with me?”
Hearing this, Fred clenched his phone tightly.
“Don’t be afraid. Turn on all the lights in the room first and then put chairs and other things in front of the door. Don’t open the door. I’ll come to you now.”
After hanging up the phone, he explained to me seriously, “Sabrina, Ellen may be in danger now. I have to go out. I swear, I really just treat Ellen as a sister. Don’t make trouble with me because of her.”
Without waiting for my answer, he hurried to the door.
The ointment was swept to the ground by his windbreaker and most of it was scattered.
I looked at the closed door and curled the corners of my lips.
In the past, every time he and Ellen had an out-of-line behavior, I couldn’t help but get jealous and angry. He always said that I was narrow-minded and unreasonable.
But Fred, don’t worry, from now on, I would never make trouble with you again.
Since that day, Fred had never come back
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