"Adelaide..." He called me. Those longing blue eyes had welcomed me. "Let's talk," he said and knew that I am angry at him. Right. What right do I have to get angry to someone like him when he is the one who helped me moved on with Sebastian's death?
"I believe this isn't the right time to talk with you," and checked my watch, "As you can see, I am very busy. Let's save it for another time," is like telling him that I am not ready yet. What I said was true and I have a lot of things I need to sort out first.
"I just want to---" we were cut off by a phone call, my forehead automatically knotted.
"Answer it. Must be something important," I sighed and walked away.
"Wait--"
"Sir, it's the matriarch," I heard Ron told him. "Her excellency says it's an emergency,"
That's the last thing I
