Nora's POV
Two years later…
I was seated at my worktable with my eyes glued to the laptop screen as I typed away. My mind was deeply engrossed in this particular chapter that I was writing, and I didn't even realize that I was tapping my feet on the ground in rhythm with the melody playing in my headphones.
Suddenly, the sound of the door creaking open caught my attention, and I looked up to see Maxwell walking into the room. He was dressed in his usual casual attire, a crisp white shirt tucked into black trousers, and his leather jacket slung over his shoulder.
He flashed me a quick smile, and I responded before taking off my headphones and taking a sip of my juice as he made his way over to my desk.
“Hey there, how is my best-selling author doing?” Maxwell said, leaning on the edge
