Why the Crocodile Tears (by Flower Sock) novel Chapter 580

The Rolls–Royce pulled up outside a neighborhood in Castenca late at night, and a man with a towering figure stepped out of the car. The streetlights elongated his shadow, which looked forlorn and distant, as if its owner carried with him a storied past.

Gregory looked up at the 15th floor of the apartment building before him and at the light coming from the windows. His gaze darkened.

This was the apartment Anathea had moved into after returning from Grendova. It was near her workplace, and the area seemed nice. The only problem was that the apartment was too far from Gregory.

He lowered his gaze, his assistant’s words still ringing in his cars. Mrs. Sinclair invited Mr. Harrington up to her place for tea. He’s been in there for some time-”

Gregory had hung up before he heard the full detalls, his face grim and stony. A gradual storm brewed in his eyes, and the air around him was chilly. Even the passers–by gave him a wide berth out of caution.

In long strides, Gregory entered the apartment building and pressed the elevator button for the 15th floor. For some reason, he was in a fouler mood than usual, and his heart was like a chord that wound tighter with every second, almost on the verge of snapping.

He might have played it cool while confronting Theo in the hospital, but in truth, he couldn’t get the latter’s words out of his head.

“I’ll show you exactly how I win her over and convince her to choose to be with me!”

Gregory pictured how things would be if Theo and Anathea got together.

The elevator doors opened with a ding. Gregory didn’t pause in his tracks as he marched toward Anathea’s front door. When he saw a pair of leather shoes that clearly belonged to a man set on the shoe rack by the door, his fingers curled tightly.

He pressed his palm against the door, his brows closely knitted together. His mind was blank, and he was moving before he could gather his thoughts, pressing the doorbell in a frenzied manner.

He had the sudden idea of interrupting whatever was happening inside the apartment by maniacally ringing the doorbell and causing a commotion. He might have found this a ridiculous feat in the past, but now, even his finger was shaking as it pressed the doorbell over and over.

The frantic ringing sounded through the apartment like a relentless siren. It wasn’t until Gregory was sure he would break the bell that Anathea’s voice finally came from the other side of the door.

“Who is it?”

Her voice was soft, almost like she was lowering it on purpose, and he thought it sounded rather… hoarse. His breath hitched, and his own voice sounded strained as he said, “It’s me.”

No reply came. He knew Anathea had recognized his voice.

A long silence stretched out between them. It drove Gregory near to madness.

He pressed the doorbell again. “Annie, open up, please?”

However, all he got in response was a curt, “I’m busy right now. Leave.”

Busy?

Gregory’s eyes darted to the pair of leather shoes, and he bit his lip. He felt like something was piercing his lungs, tu…ng his every breath into a laborious, painful effort.

But he wouldn’t give up as he begged, “Annie, open the door. I need to talk to you.”

“I think we’ve made things pretty clear between us the last time we spoke. There’s nothing else we need to talk about. Just go,”

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Chapter 580

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Anathea said, her tone frosty and borderline Iteartless, outright refusing to let him in

Gregory stiffened, his breathing growing hard as he dug his nails to his palms. It was all he could do to keep his emotions from bursting. “Annie…”

However, before he could continue with his pleading, he thought he heard a low groan coming from Anathes, followed by a soft, almost hesitant moan.

He felt like something snapped within him–the last time he heard Anathea make noises like that, it was in bed

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