Bab 18: Chapter 18: This is Not My Home

Her hands couldn't help but tremble a little.

She stuttered, "Who are you? What do you want? Do you know that trespassing on private property is a crime and I can call the police!"

She thought that the person would feel scared or have some other reaction, but the person remained still.

From some details, it seemed that the person didn't have any malicious intent. Martina tried to muster up her courage and slowly walked towards the figure.

She still tightly held onto the wooden stick, ready to use it as a weapon if necessary.

As she got closer, she finally saw the person's face. Her pupils shrank, and she dropped the stick to the ground. Her eyebrows were tightly knit together.

There was no joy in seeing the person. Martina asked with impatience, "Why is it you? Who allowed you to come here?"

The man was none other than Benjamin, the man whom Martina had been thinking about all the time.