The clock’s ticking sound on the wall was all Nicholas could hear besides the silence. It’s too quiet. Too quiet that he couldn’t concentrate, signing hundred of papers still on his desk. Occasionally, his brows would furrow at the thought of something–or someone was missing from him.
His eyes wandered around his room, but he couldn’t see the person he wanted to see. Isabella. He missed the woman. How long was she gone to bed? The last minute they talked, and him, witnessing her fluttering smile?
Nicholas didn’t know because all he could think about was her. She ruled in every waking thought he had. ‘f**k,’
Cursing, Nicholas dropped the documents he was about to sign. Next was his pen, letting it roll over the table and fall on the floor. His hand messed through his hair as he let out a
