When we step out of the car, Edward's assistant, Kelvin and the concierge are waiting to assist with the bags. As the concierge moves to take my bags towards their apartment, I intervene, stopping him in his tracks.
"Leave those," I instruct firmly, earning a frown from Edward.
"Why?" he questions.
"Because I'm going back to my place," I respond.
"Why?" he persists.
"After everything that's happened, I think I need to be alone for a little while," I explain.
Edward furrows his brow, glancing at me, then at the concierge, and finally at our surroundings, before fixing his gaze back on me.
"Do you really want to discuss this out here like this?" he asks.
"I don't want to fight with you, Edward. I just need some time to rest and be by myself for a while," I reply softly.
"Okay
