Nora's POV
I stared at the man in front of me, my brows furrowed. His eyes were reddened as traces of tears rolled down his Chiseled jawline.
Was he crying?
“Nora,” he sighed, wrapping his hands around me. “I was so worried.”
I pushed him away slightly, forcing my body to sit up through the pain. I shifted my gaze to the environment, my eyes widening in disbelief. This wasn't a place for an ordinary person.
From the painting hanging carelessly on the wall, to the antique sets of vase, the polished marble floors, dare I forget the chandeliers. Where was I?
“Are you ok?” He asked, taking my hand in his. “Do I call a doctor? Are you uncomfortable?”
I returned my gaze to him, my brows furrowed. “Why is it always you?”
“I don't understand,” he responded.
“When I have a near death exp
