For a moment, I felt a sense of unreality.
As if everything before my eyes was an illusion, fake.
Numbly, I raised my hand and pinched my cheek.
It hurt.
Not a dream.
I blinked a few times and pushed open the door—
I froze.
I had expected to see a cozy living scene, but what appeared before me was a room that seemed completely out of place.
A low-hanging crystal chandelier, an entire wall of redwood paneling, large oil paintings, several high-backed table and chair sets...
It didn't look like a living room, but rather an luxurious and elegant dining room.
I stood in the doorway, quietly observing for a while.
My heart slowly sank.
I had seen this place before.
A few times when I video called Archer, it happened to be his dinner time, and the background behind him looked just like this dining room.
For some inexplicable reason, I started to laugh softly.
In the silent house, the laughter echoed with a touch of absurdity.
I slowly scanned the room.