MARCUS’ POV
Just as predicted, I got even busier for the next couple of days.
The pattern was the same- me going in and out of the mansion at intervals and Eleanor not showing up even once in front me. Though I had to admit, I doubted it being because she was scared of me or avoiding me- our paths just never seemed to cross.
I got back to the mansion late at night the previous day and surprisingly found myself in the kitchen in the middle of the night hoping she’d at least show up. I hadn’t seen her after our last encounter in which she left me shocked and speechless and I had at least a dozen things I wanted to say to her in return.
Quickly realizing how ridiculous it sounded, I went back to my room and instead of getting some sleep, gave work a not so short thought.
For the past fe
