“Where the hell is my wife?!” A loud, angry voice was heard outside the house. There was panic in his voice as I opened the door to go in.
Rose ran near Black before she spoke with uncontrollable trembling from her tone. “T-the young m-madam is here y-young master.”
Black automatically shifted his eyes to me and his panic eyes softened. His disheveled hair with his crumpled suit never lessen his handsomeness to drag other people’s interest. But w-why? Why am I still affected by his grey eyes that once neglected me? Why does my system still felt a nameless longing for his warmth and cuddles? Why did it turned out this way? Just why?
“Love…” He walked towards me before caressing my hair gently. “W-where did you go?” He asked.
I stared at his complicated complexion and sighed. “I wanted t
