When Alastor had mustered up enough courage to knock on their bedroom door where Larissa was supposed to be at, he found it empty.
Aside from three maids cleaning the room, Larissa was not there.
“Have you seen her?” He asked, standing by the doorway as to not disturb their work because one maid was dusting the windows, one was changing the bedsheets, and the other one was mopping the floor.
“Lady Larissa?” They all exchanged glances as if puzzled that the fiancé himself does not know where she is.
“She left.” One of them said.
“What?!” Alastor unknowingly raised his voice and surprised the maids from his suddenness. He immediately cleared his throat and said. “Just so you all know, I am not some delusional, jealous man who dislikes his fiancé from going out.”
“We did not say anythi
