Chapter 107
John finally handed his phone to Modelisa, albeit reluctantly. He didn’t want her to create a bigger scene or suspect him even more than she already did. His fingers lingered for a moment longer on the device, a lifeline slipping through his grasp. The tension in the air was palpable, each second stretching out painfully, like the slow drip of water in a silent room, each drop amplifying the quiet dread that enveloped him.

“Good,” Modelisa nodded with a stern smile as she took the phone. Her eyes, sharp and unforgiving, bore into him, and John felt a shiver run down his spine. It was as if her gaze could pierce through his very soul, unraveling his deepest secrets with just a glance. The room felt colder, the air heavy with unspoken accusations.

John’s heart pounded wildly as Modelisa stared at the screen, her expression unreadable. He wondered what had driven her to come to his room so early, demanding his phone with such urgency. Anxiety coursed through him as Modelisa continued to
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