Vivian's POV
That night, Zayn didn't come home until the next morning.
I was already sitting by the vanity table when I turned to see Zayn step into the room. He looked noticeably exhausted with his dark hair slightly messy, and his cuffs were completely undone.
As he walked past the armchair, I noticed several wood shavings clinging to the fabric of his cuffs, which made me raise an eyebrow.
"You're late," I murmured, as my eyes remained on his cuffs. "I tried to reach you before I slept off last night but I couldn't."
Noticing my gaze, Zayn paused as he brushed the wood shavings off his sleeve. "I got so busy with work as the contractors were finalizing the frameworks for a new project, and I had to ensure the parameters were iron-clad before next week."
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