I sat in bed all morning just staring at the figure who was engrossed in a few yet much paperwork. He looked through different files and papers all at once, signing and writing.
He's been doing this for hours now. Maybe our mansion would have been a better place to recover quickly cause I would be reading one of my favourite books by now or probably watching the beautiful garden not sit in bed all morning and watch him work.
Lance was not much of a talker, he didn't even care about my existence in the first place. He just turned his head from time to time to stare at me before going back to his work.
I frowned, I was bored. I've stared at everything in this room that I could tell where all the pieces of furniture were placed with my eyes closed. There was no TV, not even a tiny one. My phone had been taken away from me since I arrived here so I couldn't even listen to a good jam or watch celebrity gossip. I've never been this bored in my life.
