When I reached home the lights were still on.
Was it okay to call this my home? It was just yesterday night that I moved here and I was calling it mine.
I bit my lips as I looked around. There was no one in the living room. I did not know what I was waiting for but my lips curled down.
Was I waiting for Andrew to stay up for me? No, why would I?
I looked at the kitchen as I walked towards it to drink some water. I was thirsty. Maybe it was because I was thinking too deeply about things.
Curious, I opened the refrigerator but I could not see anything there. There was no packed food stored there. The butler was here till the morning so I could not understand why there was no food there.
Did Andrew have dinner? Or was he occupied in entertainment?
Many questions revolved in my mind. It might be natural for Andrew to have dinner outside. He was the President and must have had a lot of meetings over dinner.
