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The couple was shocked. “That guy looks decent, but he’s actually so heartless.”
After saying that, theyforted Alexei, “Don’t worry, young man. Everyone in the neighborhood is keeping an eye out. We’ll definitely help you chase him away.”
Alexei smiled humbly. “Thank you all so much. It’s our luck to live alongside such great neighbors.”
Handsome and sweet–talking–the couple instantly felt their past assumptions about Alexei being hard to approach were just misunderstandings. Their resolve to protect the young couple’s rtionship grew even stronger.
Right then, the olddy took out her phone and sent in the neighborhood group chat. [Confirmed. The guy downstairs is a homewrecker trying to steal Alexei’s girl.
[He even has a wife in the hospital. The girl already rejected him, but he still lurks around, probably plotting something shady.]
[Wait, what? He looks so handsome. Who knew he’d be so morally bankrupt? Is he a creep?]
[These types are the best at acting. His wife probably ended up in the hospital because of him.]
[What? That guy downstairs is an abusive psycho?]
[Wait, there’s a stalking serial killer downstairs?!]
The rumors snowballed, getting wilder with each retelling. Soon, Lucas found himself surrounded by the neighborhood’s self–appointed justice squad.
“Quick! Grab him!”
“Where’s security? Call security!”
“Why bother with security? Just call the cops. He’s been stalking, and we’re all witnesses.”
Lost in painful memories, Lucas was suddenly mmed onto his car hood by a few burly men. Some women even took the chance to kick him.
Never humiliated like this before, Lucas turned livid. ‘What’s wrong with these people?!‘
To be fair, he was unlucky. Even though he’d been Natasha’s official boyfriend for three years, no one in the neighborhood actually knew him.
This apartment was something Natasha had just saved up enough to buy this year, and she hadn’t lived there long.
As her first home, it held special meaning.
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Natasha had put a lot of effort into preparing a first meal in her home, inviting the only two people she was close to, her boyfriend Lucas and her best friend Sadie.
But that day, Olivia had a really important performance match, so Lucas bailedst minute to go support her. Sadie was so mad that she cursed him out while eating.
Later on, there was always one reason or another that kept him froming, and their rtionship took a nosedive over the
year.
Counting it up, he’d been here less than five times, and always kept a low profile.
He even had less presence than Alexei, the injured guy Natasha asionally took out for walks.
Now, Lucas kept insisting that the owner of 1601 in Building 2 was his fiancée, but of course, no one believed him.
Especially those in the group chat who’d gotten intel from the olddy, they were convinced he was delusional.
To them, the young couple was doing just fine, and this guy was just spouting nonsense. So they started hitting him even harder.
Lucas, caught in this unexpected disaster, felt nothing but frustration…
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Meanwhile, Natasha, munching on a strawberry cake while waiting for her Mr. House–Elf to cook, heard themotion downstairs and perked up. “Huh? What’s going on down there?”
She immediately wanted to lean over the balcony to check it out.
Because Lucas had been popping up unpredictably, she’d been going out for walks less often these days. What a buzzkill.
Alexei, who was slicing fish in the kitchen, walked out and subtly blocked her path. “Natasha, pour me a ss of water.”
For the guy cooking her meals, Natasha was happy to oblige on small requests like this.
But after drinking the water, Alexei grabbed her again as she tried to rush to the balcony. “Weren’t you hungry? Come help me out.”
Natasha blinked, really wanting to say she wasn’t that hungry and could wait till after checking out
the drama.
But under Alexei’s threatening gaze, she had no choice but to trudge after him into the kitchen like a dejected little duckling.
Luckily, she mostly just served as a mascot and didn’t take much effort to help out.
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By the time they finished cooking and eating, themotion downstairs had long since died
down.
Thinking about all the noise earlier, she couldn’t resist opening the neighborhood group chat she usually never checked.
Alexei sat down next to her with a te of washed fruit, scrolling through the messages with her. <fn9e9d> Official source is </fn9e9d>
Gossip is meant to be shared, so Natasha didn’t mind, even holding her phone closer to him. “The group says there was a creep in the neighborhood today. Everyone was about to drag him to the police station, but he drove off.”
The residents were still discussing it heatedly.
[That guy got a call as he was leaving–from the hospital. He looked super panicked, so maybe his wife really was in the hospital.]
[Let’s remember his face and call the cops next time we see him.]
[Ugh, what a waste of a handsome face.]
[C’mon, folks, stop eyeballing the packaging! These days? A pretty face can hide a killer. Seen too many wolves in sheepskin.]
[That face might even be fake? Haven’t you seen the news about murderers getting stic surgery to start new lives?]
[What horror story are you guys telling? I won’t be sleeping tonight.]
[ck Belt Mike at your service! Personal bodyguard—not $998, just $9.99. Limited time offer, DMs open.]
[Dude, you look all righteous, but you’re slick. Saw your chance to flirt, huh?]
The chat spiraled into nonsense, getting wilder and weirder.
Natasha giggled uncontrobly, thinking, “These normies next door? Secret soap opera stars!‘
Since she was sharing the gossip with Alexei, they sat close. Leaning back against the couch, Alexei let her upper body nestle into his arms as she leaned in.
Her hair fluttered when sheughed, a few strands brushing against his chest, her unique scent lingering on him.
ncing at the messages, Alexei absentmindedly yed with her long hair, a faint smirk curling his lips.
*****
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The next morning happened to be the weekend. While Natasha was still asleep, the neighborhood group chat exploded with messages again.
[Did you guys get it?!]
[Yup, yup! My hubby’s changing clothes and washing his hands, gonna open it super reverently.]
[Lol, not me. I’m snapping pics like crazy. Gotta flex at least 10 posts on my feed.]
[Pic pls]
[Pic pls, too]
A newly awakened resident was totally lost. [What’s the riddle this early? What did y’all get?]
[Lol, you still in bed? Go check outside or ask your fam.]
[Getting up now. If there’s no surprise, y’all owe me my beauty sleep back.]
[Rx, totally worth it.]
A few minutester, screams of excitement erupted from one of the buildings.
[OMG, it’s breakfast from the Green Farm. Their stuff costs a kidney, and their queue’s longer than
my
life regrets! Getting it? Baby, you’d need divine intervention.]
[Same! Every time I walk past, I drool like crazy, salty that I’m not rich.]
[LMAO! My turn for some god–tier luck! This meal’s like a month’s sry.]
[Wait, why tho? Which sugar daddy blessed ourplex outta nowhere?]
[You didn’t hear? It’s from the owner of 1601 in Building 2–the one who’s been harassedtely.]
[Her hubby ordered breakfast for everyone to thank us for helping chase off that creep.]
[No way! That’s next–level rich! How much did this cost?!]
[Lowkey been meaning to say. That guy drives either a Bentley or a Maybach, and you can tell he’s got more. Dude’s flexing on the down–low, def a hidden tycoon in our hood.]
[Hot, loaded, adores his wife, and generous? Her hubby’s the whole package. That guy yesterday dared to im she was his fiancée? Zero shame.]
[Yeah, I noticed his wife when she first moved in. Absolute goddess–tier beauty, just super introverted. Wanted to befriend her, but no clue how. Anyway, never saw that guy from yesterday around her before.]
[Trust the fangirl radar on this one.]
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[The people’s eyes are sharp. My bf and I saw the 1601 owner strolling downstairs a couple of days ago–total couple goals.]
[Same! Their visuals are unreal. I lowkey stared for ages.]