If I hadn’t accidentally overheard Camila’s conversation with someone just now, I would probably still be filled with joy upon seeing her messages.
This time, I didn’t reply to Camila right away as I usually did. Instead, I casually closed the chat window.
I walked slowly toward the outside. After only a few steps, I saw a security guard from the property management walking toward me.
It was probably because I was rarely home that the security guard didn’t recognize me and immediately stopped me.
"Which unit are you from? I don’t think I’ve seen you before."
"1506," I replied.
"That’s not right. I’m quite familiar with the residents of 1506. I often see the couple going for walks together. I know the man from that unit and it’s not you."
Seeing my startled expression, the security guard gave me a once-over before grabbing my arm before I could react.
"The lady of 1506 is home today. Come on, let’s go ask her what’s going on."
The moment I processed his words, I immediately caught the doubt in his tone. Suppressing the emotions surging inside me, I forced myself to keep my voice steady.
"I’m not a thief!"