Chapter 22. Are You Sure We Can Do This Again?

Zoe's POVI lifted and then lowered my hand. I'm holding it too tightly to get the confidence to knock.

Breath in…

Breathe out…

Breath in…

Breathe out…

Because I needed to breathe properly, my chest rose and fell. I was chasing bunnies within my chest, waiting for the train to come out. My fist trembled when I knocked on the door once I had calmed down. But no one responded. Have they finally departed? But I haven't seen them since I left earlier. Wouldn't it be better if they just left? It just indicates they performed nothing. I was prepared to knock again, but…

The door swung open. I recoiled as Adams's poisonous smell filled my nose, and when I looked at his face, he was clutching the handle with one hand while the other was on a door. When he spotted me, he grimaced. I looked at his necktie, which was now smudged, and his polo, which was now smeared with lipstick.

I wasn't mistaken; they were doing it. Because I didn't turn on the light,