When Andrew left the study, he was in such a daze that he didn't realize he was taken to a new room.
It wasn't until they stopped walking that he realized he was in front of a gate. The maid pulled open the heavy white iron gate with carvings. Andrew heard the subtle squeaking from the hinges. He was let in.
There was a light scent of iris. He could also smell a subtle fragrance from a woman. He looked up, and a woman was leaning on the window to look outside. Maybe the sound of the door surprised her. So she turned back at Andrew.
Avery froze for a second. But she stood up the next second.
"Do you really want to take me away? Did Mr. Howel agree?"
The door behind them has shut again. Andrew leaned against it casually. But the icy feeling couldn't calm him down.
"I'm also locked in here."
Andrew wore a black coat. He looked thin. Crossing his legs, he leaned against the door and looked around.