".... i will be there in a minute!" there was something in his voice that made her sting.
"Alright." he cut the call. There were no pleasantries, no affectionate words he usually shared with her. His cold voice made her flinch for a second.
When she reached her door, Victor was leaning on the wall with his eyes cold. His hands were folded in front of her chest. He looked exhausted. His face was so pale.
"Were you sick?" She took hasty steps and touched his cold cheeks. When his eyes opened, they were bloodshot and full of dark circles.
He stared at her with a conflicted gaze.
"If you are angry with me, you can scold me. Why are you worrying about yourself?" she sighed looking at him. She had lived a life and was more than a decade older to him to know his thoughts.
His eyes flickered and he closed his eyes again.
"So you do know what happened! That would make it easier." What would be easier? Her gaze shook! Could it be?
