Adam quickly turned around. At the sight of Draven, who had an umbrella above his head, he bowed.
"Y-your Highness."
"Where has my brother gone off to?" Draven asked again.
Adam shook his head. "I don't know. He didn't tell me."
"I see." Draven nodded. "I'll bring him back," he said and began to stroll towards his car. "
Adam gazed at him and heaved a deep sigh of relief.
—-
Slipping into his hoodie, Olive scratched his head as he walked to the balcony.
He stared at the bright sky and lit up his cigarette. He should be asleep, but for some reason—probably because he had drunk so much the past night, he could not seem to sleep.
A soft breath fled his nose, and he arched his brow the second he heard his doorbell ring.
Who could it be? Loui? He was confused. Who would be at his house at such a time?
