Josh walked up to the second floor and casually pushed open a room.
The room was unexpectedly large, with bookshelves lining the walls, filled with books.
The dark soft carpet and the black wooden bookshelves made the entire room look quite gloomy.
In front of the floor-to-ceiling window, there was a black wooden desk with a book on it and a steaming cup of coffee beside it.
She raised an eyebrow in surprise, was there someone else in this room?
The room was utterly silent, the soft woolen carpet on the floor absorbed all the footsteps completely.
In the entire study, Josh could only hear her slightly heated breathing.
She had a fever, and her breathing was heavier than usual.
"Is anyone there?" Josh raised her voice slightly, looking at the coffee on the desk.
She could feel a cold gaze resting on her back, but it didn't seem to harbor any significant malice.
She walked over to the desk and saw a photo frame placed on it.
