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Either? Jack saw through her but didn't expose her.

Their conversation was audible through the slit of the door, and Rose, standing just outside, kept repeating these words-I slept with him in her head.

Did Jonathan and Yara... Miles' words about the two leaving the hotel resurfaced in her head, and things started to make sense.

It felt like her heart was being clenched tightly, suffocating her. Before she could calm herself down, she distinctly heard a voice.This content provided by N(o)velDrama].[Org.

"Who said I was going for Rose?" Jack lit his cigarette and blew out the smoke.

Yara was shocked. "But that night at the club in the surveillance room, you were looking at..." She was sure Jack was staring at Rose. Then, she paused as if reminded of something. "You weren't looking at Rose!"

The surveillance footage appeared in her mind. That night, she was busy focusing on Rose and didn't notice that there was another woman with her!

"You..." She stared at Jack in disbelief.

Putting out the cigarette, Jack seemed indifferent. "She's the principal dancer of the Regalia Drama House. She caught my eye as soon as she got onto the stage."

He couldn't help but sigh upon recalling her figure on stage. He even fished out the necklace from his pocket and examined it fondly.

Yara's expression turned grim. She thought Jack was on her side. At that moment, she was relieved that she hadn't revealed what truly happened with Jonathan that night. Regardless, she was filled with bitterness and glared at Jack before leaving the room. The hallway was empty, and Yara walked away in her high heels.

Rose, who had hidden in another room, replayed the words she had heard... It was Jack who had harmed Yvonne!

She subconsciously tightened her fists and soon concocted a plan to avenge Yvonne. Just as she was ready to leave, a strange sound rang out behind her.

She turned her head and had barely seen anything when an object smashed against her head. The next moment, a raging pain spread across her forehead, and she descended into unconsciousness.

At some point, she awoke and felt a strong headache. When she touched her forehead, it felt like her wound had been bandaged.

The room was pitch-black, but she could tell her wound was wrapped with a dress shirt. "Who treated me? And who knocked me unconscious? And Jack..." Thoughts ran across her head.

All Rose wanted to do at that moment was look for Jack. As soon as she moved, she heard a sound within the dark room, but that was it.

Following the source of the sound, she turned on the torchlight from her phone and slowly made her way in that direction. Under the faint light, she entered a room but found nothing peculiar. "Stay away." A male voice, tinged with fear, suddenly echoed.

Rose halted her steps and found the voice familiar. When she matched the voice to a person in her mind, she instinctively shook her head in denial. How could it be him?

She wanted to confirm that this fearful voice belonged to someone other than the person she thought of. Instantly, she switched on the room light and was stunned to see the space turn red.

After regaining her composure, she

realized this was a darkroom, a space for developing films. In the corner of the room, a person curled up and hugged his head, obscuring his entire face. en NovelDrama.Org

When Rose took a step forward, the voice sounded more terrified. "Stay away! Just... stay where you are!"

His curled-up body was visibly shaking, and she finally confirmed his identity upon hearing his words.

"Ezra, what..." she spoke amidst her fear-filled heart.

He had always been charming and dazzling whether on TV or in person. Yet, at that moment, he seemed disheveled and unlike himself. He even tensed up his body after hearing his name. "What happened to you?" Rose asked, tentatively moving forward.

Noticing her movements, Ezra frantically screamed, "Stay away! You're awake... so just go! Now!"

His voice seemed to carry a sense of restraint, and he even avoided looking at her. He held his head tightly with his elbows pressed firmly against his face, blocking it from view.

At that, Rose frowned. With his condition, how could she leave him to his own devices? The two were acquainted in both Aquastead and Regalia.

Although they weren't close, she knew he was a kind person. How could she leave him to be when he was at his worst? She couldn't do it.

Refusing to leave, she stared at Ezra in the corner and softened her tone. "Are you feeling sick anywhere?"

"No!" It was obvious that he was lying through gritted teeth.

"If you need any help, you can tell me. I can-" Rose acted cautiously for fear of overstimulating him and remained in her place. Before she could finish, however, Ezra cut her off.

"I don't need your help, Rose. Please, just go. Or else..." He didn't say more, but it was undeniable that he was holding himself back through gritted teeth.

The red lights shone onto his body. It wasn't until Rose accidentally knocked over something that she noticed photographs hanging in the darkroom.

In the photos were the same

woman. She looked gentle and serene, and her side profile and

silhouette were equally stunningnet

Just by looking at them, Rose could feel the affection of the person who had captured these photos.

Who was the woman, and who photographed her?

Lifting her hand, Rose examined the person in the photos. Amid her distraction, Èzra suddenly unveiled his head upon noticing her action, and as if taken over by a monster, his gaze displayed hints of craze.

That gaze awakened Rose. She quickly looked at him and felt her heart drop. A wave of danger and warning engulfed her body, and her mind told her, "Danger!" "Hey, Ezra..." Rose stood in place.

The originally curled-up man had seemingly transformed into a monster and lunged at her. Despite taking a step back, it was too late.

With a ruthless gaze, Ezra choked her as if wanting to tear her apart.

"Ezra, wake up! Let me go!" The asphyxiation and pain in her neck put Rose into terror. The man before her was no longer the Ezra she knew.