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.

"I have to find a place to stay the night."

"Are you kidding me? Mr. Howel kept you here?" Avery couldn't figure out why Mr. Howel locked Andrew in. After all, there was no animosity between them. And Andrew didn't harm his interests.

Avery was a regular liar. Maybe he told her a lie again.

Andrew left the door and walked to the couch. He sat down and rested his hands on the rail.

"Don't I sound serious? Besides, if I can take you out, why would they close the gate?"

Avery looked at him, suspiciously. She walked over to the gate quickly and pulled it. It was locked.

She had to admit Avery made sense. If they could leave, they wouldn't bother closing the gate from the outside.

"What is the reason?"

"What reason?"

"Why are you locked too? I don't want to hear that Mr. Howel did so in the heat of the moment," Avery went back to the couch. She had to hold back the urge to hit him with the pillow. Why did he keep the suspense at the critical moment?

Andrew behaves more freely. He put his legs on the table and leaned against the couch.

"Mr. Howel was touched. He felt I was sincere after I knelt for three days. So he decided to let us be together."

"Andrew!" Avery threw a pillow with embroidered gold threads at him. It hit the wounded shoulder. Andrew was in so much pain that he gasped.

Andrew totally deserved it as far as Avery was concerned. She picked up a book from the table to throw at him again. Andrew raised up his arms to cover his face.

"I'm telling the truth."

The book Avery held stopped in the air. At first, she didn't believe a word Andrew said. But she turned suspicious. In Mr. Howel's eyes, it didn't matter who she was with as long as the man wasn't Evan.

"You look...shocked?" Andrew held up himself on the couch. He turned aside and suddenly leaned upon her. He stopped when his face was less than 3 cm from hers.

Avery was a bit shocked. She stepped back subconsciously. The book in her hand was taken away by Andrew.

So he wanted to take the book.

Avery felt released.

Andrew looked upset. He was sick and became thinner. It made the frame between his eyes and eyebrows deeper. His flirtatious eyes just started at Avery. The mard underneath his eyes made him look sexier.

If it were other women, they would be tempted to fall in love with him.

Avery stepped back.

"Aren't you..."

"Mentally unhealthy?" Andrew finished what Avery wanted to say. He also scooched back.

"Avery, I promise you that I won't force you nor lie to you. If I break the promise, feel free to hit me."

Then he put the book back in Avery's hands.

Avery was completely lost. At first, he said he was locked in here. Then he said Mr. Howel was touched and decided to let them be together. What did he mean?

Avery didn't know another tall and handsome man was brought to the room next door by the maid.

Tinder and Evan were ordered to change their rooms. For Evan, it was a new place to drown his sorrows in alcohol.

"Sir, the lunch was brought--" The meals were brought on time three times each day. Tinder put the food tray on...

Tinder was searching for a place to leave the meal. Maybe Evan would suddenly have an appetite.

Looking around, Tinder found the room was not different in structure from the room they were in before. The only difference was the old room had a television set and television across the couch.

But this room didn't have either. The wallpapers were beige with carvings and prints. There was nothing on the empty wall. It wasn't like Mr. Howel to leave the wall empty.

There must be something else. Indeed.

The wall is turned into a translucent glass.

On the other side of the wall, Tinder couldn't be more surprised. He shouted.

"Sir, Sir, it's Mr. Howel!"

Evan suddenly woke up from a daze. He seemed to have a switch inside his body. Once it was turned on, he looked like he never drank.

He got up from the couch and walked to the wall.

"Avery!"

He cried out. Then he was frozen when he saw another man on the couch.

Why was Andrew here?

Andrew was everywhere. Wherever they were, there he was.

Damn it!

Andrew clenched his hands into fists and came at the wall.

"Avery! Damn! Shit!"

Why was the glass so hard? Evan looked down to look for anything that could break the glass. He finally went for the wine bottle...

It hit the wall and was broken into scrubs. But the glass wall remained intact.

Evan suddenly realized it was a smart glass. There must be a PDLC film made of special material in the glass to make it solid and hard. Even a hammer couldn't break it.

It also had functions of blocking UV rays and reducing noises. Evan could only see what was going on in the next room. Avery and Andrew had no idea they were being watched. They could hear nothing.

So Mr. Howel wanted him to say they were together.

Or did Mr. Howel want to torture him since he could do nothing?

Damn!

Evan kicked at the glass wall as hard as he could. But it remained intact. In the next room, Andrew suddenly bent over to approach Avery. He could only see the back of Andrew's head. Was he kissing Avery?!