Chapter Fifty two

Harlow's Pov

I got tired and felt like walking, and I stumbled to hear noises coming from Irene's room.

I opened the door and peeked.

I was very certain something fell from across the room, and she wasn't the one that pushed it down.

So who would?

“I said, who's in your room?" I asked again trying to peer into the room, but she kept shielding the door, blocking me from looking inside.

“And who are you to ask?" Mindy asked and stepped outside, slamming the door abruptly.

“Irene, there's—.” I tried saying that, but she cut me off.

“I don't want to hear it, now, thanks for checking up on me. You can leave now.” She said, and surprise enveloped me.

Well, I didn't have any say when it came to her life, so I just left as she requested with a heavy heart.

What would she be hiding in her room?

Somehow I wanted her room to be checked, so I diverted my destination to Damon's study.

Getting there, I entered unannounced as usual, only to meet Alaric and Marc staring at different files furiously l