Whispers Behind the Veil Chapter 228

For someone who appeared uninvited, Weston chose to ignore it.

He didn’t even lift his eyes to take another look. The half-burning cigarette was still between his fingers, and the ashes fell drooping to the dark black table top, scattering a piece of gray-black smoke.

Behind the smoke, the young man’s long and narrow eyebrows were dim, dim and dim, not real.

The warm yellow spotlights on the upper part of the bar plated his outline with a cold light, making the shadows on his face deeper and more impersonal.

There is no doubt that Weston’s mood now doesn’t look good.