Clara's bare body was wrapped in a thin sheet and she was asleep on the bed. Alex was standing near the window and looking at the moon. The dim light of the moon was falling on his beautiful face. That dim light was sharpening his facial features more. He had a cigarette between two long and thin fingers of one hand. He was running his other hand through his messy hair. His face was expressionless but there was some kind of feeling in his dark blue eyes.
He turned and looked at the clock on the wall. It was twenty-five minutes past two in the morning. He took the last puff of a cigarette. After extinguishing, he threw it's in dust bin. He went to the couch. He picked up his coat from the couch. Picked up the mobile and wristwatch from the small table. He walked out of Clara's bedroom and closed the door behind. He came out of her house and drove the car towards the mansion.
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