Julian‘s POV
“Eve.”
Half-asleep, I rolled over, reaching out to pull her closer—but my arms hit nothing. I fumbled around the bed, blinking at the moonlight spilling across the sheets. She wasn’t there.
I checked the clock. Three a.m. Moon still hanging high, and Evelyn was gone.
I glanced at my phone. Eight hundred work messages. Not one from her.
My clothes were scattered on the floor, but hers? Vanished.
I scanned the nightstand, the desk. No note. Not a scrap. Ruthless woman.
Lately, the London M&A had me stuck on business trips. Three hours of sleep a night, every day, just trying to wrap up work so I could see her. Honestly, just seeing her face was enough to make it worth it. I even checked her social media daily.
But lately… her world was all animals. Fine by me. Way better
