#Chapter 253 Welcome Home

Noah and I returned home late Monday night, almost early Tuesday morning. It had been a long drive home, and we were both exhausted—physically and emotionally. We trudged to our apartment, not saying a word to each other. All that either of us wanted was to slide into bed and get a few hours’ sleep before we had to face the world again. I could barely carry my high heels in my hands, let alone carry on a conversation. Then Noah opened the door to the apartment. A smell wafted out and hit me square in the face, a smell that did not belong to Noah or me. I snapped to attention and instinctively growled. Noah must have caught on to what I had smelled. He threw his arm out, keeping me behind him as we cautiously walked forward. He sniffed the air, as though he could identify the scent if he just smelled it long enough. I kept the door open behind me after we entered. I wanted to ensure that we had a way out in case of an emergency. After a couple minutes of nothing happening, Noah rel