No Other Men Allowed In

Alla hesitated for a long time, but still did not make the call.

In her state of unrest, all her choices seemed wrong; it would be better to wait until she had calmed down.

She put away her phone, planning to return to the study, when a man nearly one meter ninety in height approached from outside the door.

The man wore a black coat over a white shirt, the collar casually open, revealing a fair and sexy clavicle.

Below the shirt, tucked in by a black belt, were narrow hips leading down to straight, slender legs hidden beneath suit pants.

The man walked against the light, his expression unclear, but the chill emanating from him seemed to drop the room's temperature by several degrees.

Walden Abrams, who was leisurely peeling an orange while holding 'Abra', suddenly shivered.

"Yikes, why did it suddenly get so cold?"

Walden Abrams hugged Abra tighter, hoping to snuggle with the dog for warmth.