When Sebastian woke up, he found that he was alone on the bed. His brows creased a little as he looked next to him. Putting his hand on the empty spot beside him, he felt that it was cool to the touch. She must have left for quite a while already.
Climbing off the bed, Sebastian went to the window and pushed the curtains aside to gaze outside. It was still quite early in the morning. Was Izabelle an early bird?
Still, he had not expected her to be the first to leave the bed. And to think that he was not woken up when she left.
The lines between his forehead deepened and his expression darkened as he realized that he was already thinking of nothing else, but all things related to her as soon as he woke up. Why did such a thing even matter to him?
Displeasure was etched over his handsome face as he strode over to the bathroom. The woman can do whatever she wanted. It was not like she had to wait for him to get up.
