CAMILLA'S POV:
I was sitting by the kitchen island sipping wine and listening to music from the Bluetooth speaker in the living room as I waited once again for Blaine to come back home.
I didn't know why I tortured myself this way but I just couldn't help caring about his health. I wanted him to at least eat a home cooked meal everyday.
Only God knows what he ate for lunch in the afternoon. Probably takeout knowing how busy he was to eat outside the office.
I exhaled for the umpteenth time as I checked the time on my phone screen. It read 11:35 pm. My eyes moved in the direction of the elevator as I expected him to just pop out from there but I knew I was just wasting my time.
I decided to start packing up the dishes I made and go to bed, losing my appetite completely. I w
