Crises in Love (Zora and Jaylan)

Chapter 356

I halted abruptly, and Hannah darted to my side in an instant. Glancing back, I pressed a finger to my

lips, signaling her to keep silent.

She nodded in understanding, and we stood there, holding our breath, straining our ears to catch any

sound.

Truth be told, it wasn't all that late, but since only a third of the usual residents lived along Oldtown

Avenue, and they were scattered at that, it felt much later.

The lane was eerily quiet and one could hear a pin drop.

After a long pause with no further sounds, Hannah gave me a puzzled look, spreading her hands and

shrugging her shoulders in confusion.

I remained silent, motionless, and she didn't dare move, continuing to listen intently to our

surroundings.

Moments ago, I was certain I'd heard the wooden gate in my backyard creaking, and I knew it wasn't

the children – they'd be chattering away cheerfully, not this silent. That thought sent a chill down my

spine.

The yard behind my house used to be a small property, long uninhabited and left empty. I'd checked it

the last time I was here; it had been renovated, separated from my backyard by only a narrow alley. NôvelDrama.Org holds © this.

That little courtyard was distinctive, with high walls that made it seem secure and mysterious. The gate

was particularly unique, with a solid wooden structure and an arch overhead, securing the courtyard in

a way that even during lively times, it seemed isolated from the world.

Inside the courtyard stood a quaint two-story building, its windows carefully restored to their original

state during the renovation.

A small garden hugged the wall, planted with a row of palm trees, and a wooden pergola was draped

with wisteria. Below it sat a wooden tea table flanked by a couple of rocking chairs.

I was especially fond of this view.

Legend had it that the courtyard was once the dwelling of a bookkeeper and his wife from the grand

house that my family owned. After his untimely death, his widow lived there alone. Despite being well-

off, she kept to herself to avoid gossip, making the courtyard very private.

She rarely interacted with the outside world, living with just a maid who handled all errands.

Following the widow's death, the property was left to the maid, who lived there, married, and raised

children, until her son took her to an apartment in the city, leaving the courtyard vacant.

It was the first property my father acquired, which led to him owning nearly half the street.

I thought I had heard the gate creak, but it was so faint, I couldn't be sure it was from this courtyard.

At this hour, it couldn't be my father wandering here in the dark, and I didn't believe there would be

thieves—there was nothing to steal.

I'd have to suggest to my dad that we install cameras, not just on the main street but in these alleys

too.

I gestured for Hannah to follow and stepped lightly toward the courtyard.

Approaching the gate, I suddenly heard a slight noise, as if something was being moved.

Hannah heard it too; she grabbed my arm and nodded at me.

Honestly, without Hannah by my side, I would have been really scared.

Then, another sound of something being dragged reached us, and I was sure it came from the direction

of the courtyard.

We both moved towards the sound, my heart racing, legs turning to jelly.

As we got closer, I stopped to listen, but there was silence.

I tugged Hannah's sleeve, motioning her to move forward. She nodded in understanding and we

tiptoed through the narrow alley. Pulling me behind her, she then pressed her body against the wall

while leaning toward the wooden door.