Chapter 032: That Scent...

Dante stood inside the closing elevator, watching the lady with the luggage who was just about to get in earlier.

He wore a slightly offended expression after she waved at him without looking, indicating that he could go on without her. Her back was now turned against him, with a phone placed against her ears.

"What is she feeling like?"

He thought with a pained, pissed-off face.

He had just returned from work and had decided to spend the night at this secretly rented apartment as usual. An apartment none of his family members knew he owned. He had decided to secure it after the disturbances from his grandmother regarding the good old marriage topic. And her disturbances were beginning to get out of hand. Grandmother had even, at one point in the past, sent one of her friend's granddaughters to his house.

That was the deal-breaker for him; he had decided to secure some private haven unknown to all of them in the meantime to keep his sanity.

Now here he was, after a really long day.