Amelia’s POV
There were no messages from Tristan and I didn’t disturb him. Maybe when he was in the mood, he would contact me. He might be busy or he might be on a flight as well. I drove Tristan’s car since he went with Adrian.
I reached home around noon, and after freshening up, I went straight to my shop to keep myself absorbed in work so that I would completely forget about Tristan. When I returned home, it was already 10 o’clock at night. I couldn’t face the empty apartment, feeling so heartbroken that tears stung my eyes. I didn’t feel like cooking for myself and eating all alone.
Finally, I couldn’t control my feelings any longer. With tears streaming down my eyes, I changed and went to bed. The bedroom reminded me of our time spent together. After laying down for four hours, u
