Serenity wandered to the bedside table absentmindedly while she pondered. When her eyes fell on the photo frame on the table, she immediately froze. Her almond-shaped eyes widened in shock.

It was a photo of her!

The problem was, she did not remember ever taking that picture. In the picture, she wasn't even looking at the camera.

Who took the picture? Why was there a picture of her here? And who lived in this room?...

*Click*

Someone opened the door. Serenity looked up and saw that it was Jackson.

"Looks like you already found out that the two rooms are connected. Saves me the explanation," Jackson walked forward with a smile. His eyes fell on the photo frame Serenity was holding. "What do you think of the picture?"

"Why is there a picture of me here?" she asked.

"I asked someone to take it," he said. He took the photo frame from her hand and put it back on the bedside table. "I miss you dearly when I can't see you."

That last part sounded very suggestive.

She shivered and su