Chapter 6

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.