Chapter 100

"I got it..." I held onto my phone nervously, watching the man, eager to make a call to the cops. This guy...he's definitely the murderer. "You can leave now," he motioned with his hand. I nodded and ran in a hurry. "Don't entertain any unrealistic fantasies. He just sees you as Stephanie, but he won't actually develop feelings for you," he warned as I reached the door. I dashed out of the house without looking back, my legs felt weak. Taking out my phone, I wanted to call the cops, but it took me a while to realize, what should I tell them? That he was a murderer? Where was the evidence? If I can't provide proof, would I just be stirring up trouble? But why was he staying in my house? What's going on? Was this a provocation? Just as I stepped out of the hallway, I bumped into someone's embrace. It was Steven. He reached out and held me in his embrace, his voice hoarse. "Why do you keep running around..." He was worried about me. "You..." I held onto Steven tightly, seeki