As the doors opened, my suspicion was right. There were indeed two huge built guards hovering outside. But much to my surprise, when they saw me, something flashed across their faces as they stood straight and greeted me with polite nods.

Guess I was allowed.

Flashing a smile at them, I walked through the spacious corridor. But there was a second barrier. A fingerprint scanner beside the door. Damn it! Now how would I go inside?

I should just go back and try to get these stains off somehow without wasting my time here.

Just as I turned to go, one of the guards appeared before me, his eyes on the floor. “My apologies for blocking your way, miss. But if you don’t know, you have access to the penthouse. You just have to press your thumb on the scanner.”

I frowned. I had access? But how? When did Caleb collect my fingerprint for it?

Confused, I turned around and placed my thumb on the scanner. And it did recognize my identity and unlocked the door. Whoa!

Strange.

Still surprised, I thanked the guard and walked inside before closing the door. And I just stood there for a moment. The entire penthouse did justice to Valencian’s name. Stunning would be an understatement. The white marble and dark paneling, and the combination of classy white and grey furniture, just enhanced its beauty.

Remembering the shortage of time, I went upstairs, not knowing where to go. And then I entered the master bedroom. Not even a single thing was out of place. It felt like no one really lived here. It definitely wasn’t the room Tess visited. Because she wasn’t the one to keep a place tidy like this.

Not wanting to waste anymore time, I padded inside the walk-in closet. Seeing the tons of ironed suits, jackets and other clothes lined up in the racks, I assumed it was Caleb’s room. The closet was filled with the smell of laundry. Even the clothes seemed untouched.

I couldn’t wear his suits, so I searched for some T-shirts or something I could fit into. And I did find one in the back. Though it seemed too big for me, I could somehow adjust myself into it.

Going back into the bedroom, I placed the black T-shirt on the bed and collected some more tissues to pat on the stains my jeans had. They weren’t that noticeable, so I just rubbed on the wet patch a few times and let it be. The T-shirt was big enough to cover them, anyway.

Throwing the tissues into the silver bin, I went back to the bed and removed my sticky blouse. Once I was done wiping the dampness on my chest with it, I flung it on the mattress. As I grabbed the T-shirt, the door of the bedroom flung open, and soon followed a curse under someone’s breath, making me freeze in my place.