Chapitre 79: _ The hustle and bustle of SantrySlum

She could feel his unwavering gaze on her as she walked away. Instead of going over to secure his place in the line, he stood there watching her.

Afina rushed away, feeling uncomfortable to be under his gaze. She continued to take fast strides until she was out of his view.

Almost by the street now, she halted and took a look back. "Pervert!" she groaned before proceeding to go inside their house.

The street was now emptier than she left it a while ago. Even the girls she met outside were nowhere to be found.

Sir Williams, however, was still outside, puffing his cigarette and rocking back and forth in his chair.

That old man would smoke even on the day when he would breathe his last, Afina was sure.

Even if they were just two left functioning, the street lights were doing a great job of lighting up the street.

It made the quietness less scary.

"Good night to you, Sir Williams." Afina curtsied as she passed the man by.