Chapter 620
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Ellic thought, ‘It’s been a whole day, and he’s still not over it. After pausing for a while, Ellie typed out a message to Alex on her phone.
She started politely, thanking Alex for his kindness towards the kids. Then she mentioned that she had some free time and invited him to dinner as a gesture of appreciation, adding that she would return the patched–up pants he had given her.
A few minutes later, Alex replied coldly with just two words, Working late.] Even through the screen, Ellie could feel the lingering anger in Alex’s message. Shaking her head, she left work and headed home.
At the same time, in Unit 7, Floor 19 of the Zerikith, Alex emerged from the bathroom wrapped in a white bathrobe. He tied the sash with one hand while holding his phone in the other, heading straight into the bedroom.
“Why can’t she send more than two words?” Alex said, feeling frustrated. “She has no sincerity at all. Not even a single call back”
Alex stood by the bed, water droplets rolling down his short hair and along his lean face, pooling briefly at his collarbone before trickling down his muscular chest and disappearing under the bathrobe.
He stared at his phone, muttering curses under his breath, torn between wanting to throw it away and not being able to let go. He was furious.
After waiting for so long without any response from Ellie, Alex finally tossed the phone aside and picked up a small red drum from the bedside table. He shook it lightly, producing a soft thumping sound.
“Heartless woman, no wonder you’re a widow.” Alex muttered, shaking the drum. ‘You’ve got a dead husband and two kids, and I didn’t even hold that against you. But here you are, acting all high and mighty.
If I ever go out of my way to talk to you again, I’m not a man!‘ he thought.
With that, he threw the drum down, stripped off his bathrobe, and roughly dried his hair. Dressed in nothing but black boxer briefs, he lay down on the bed, staring at the ceiling.
Late at night, a violent storm raged outside. In his nightmare, Alex was clutching a pile of random objects, desperately running deeper into the woods. A group of grotesque ghosts chased after him.
His body was covered in wounds, making it hard to breathe, and he couldn’t find an escape route. Feeling cornered, he faintly heard the familiar sound of a drum.
Suddenly, a woman stood in the pouri drum, shaking it gently.
rain ahead, holding a child in each hand. In her left hand, she clutched a small red
The woman was sobbing softly, her voice barely audible over the roar of the rain. She seemed to be saying something, but the distance and the storm made it impossible for him to hear her clearly–all he could make out was the sound of crying.
He couldn’t see their faces. The harder he tried to run towards her, the farther away she seemed to get. Suddenly, he tripped and fell. When he got back up, the ghosts surrounded him.
“Huh!” Alex woke up from the nightmare, gasping for air, his body covered in a layer of sweat. With a snap, he turned on the bedside lamp and his eyes landed on the small red drum.
Alex rolled out of bed and picked up the small red drum. Under the glow of the bedside lamp, he examined it closely. The drum’s leather surface was stained with dark, faded marks, the remnants of something long forgotten.
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“The drum better not be cursed or something.” Alex muttered, quickly leaving the bedroom to grab a drink and calm his nerves. He downed two glasses, but it didn’t help. Still uneasy, he tipped the bottle back and gulped straight from it.
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