After a long time, Rosalie finally calmed down and realized that she was still holding onto him. She quickly let go and tidied her hair, feeling somewhat embarrassed. She had just been scared out of her wits, so she had clung to him like a lifeline.

Rosalie turned and pointed at the door.

"I heard strange noises from below and wanted to check it out. It seemed like there was something down there. Do you want to take a look?"

Vincent dismissed her concern. "There's a lot of junk piled up down there. Sometimes things fall and make noise. It's perfectly normal."

"Junk falling?" Rosalie was doubtful. She turned to glance at the door again. "But it didn't sound like that. Why don't you go check it out?"

"If you want to go, go ahead. I'm not going," Vincent replied nonchalantly as he walked away.

Since he refused to go down, Rosalie naturally didn't dare to venture down either. Moreover, this house didn't belong to her.

There was nothing more she could do. Perhaps she had indeed made a mistake.

bit shaken. The scene from earlier had felt just like something out of a horror

things. Sometimes, people could

of beer from the fridge and plopped down

her feel much more

ingredients, and began washing and chopping vegetables,

steam, and the aroma of food

skillfully cooked, seemingly displaying a unique charm in

living room, the images from the TV reflecting

TV, occasionally glancing over,his

a filter

cooking it seemed

turned to him, it felt as if she turned

back to reality

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