#Chapter 150: Serious Misunderstandings

The door to the elevator slit open, and to my shock, Charles stepped out. All of a sudden, I was so flustered I couldn’t speak. My tongue was tied in knots. The same feeling of strangeness that clung to everything in the apartment also clung to Charles. I loved him, but it was also like he was a bit of a stranger. He froze just outside the doors to the elevator. It wasn’t until David pushed him toward me that he finally woke up, as if in a trance. “Elena,” he said. “Ch-Charles,” I stammered. It wasn’t until he took another nudge from David that he stiffly asked, “Would you like to come in?” That was so weird, hearing an invitation into what had been my own home. And judging by the expression on his face, it was just as awkward for him to say. “I think that would probably be okay,” I said, looking around the hallway nervously. Though, I don’t know what I had to be nervous about. “Right? Yes, come on in.” He opened the door and stepped aside so that I could come in. As soon as I