Amelia Bernadeth Miller's POV
"Good morning, Mr. Perault!" I cheerfully greeted the newly arrived old, grumpy hermit.
Without even acknowledging my presence, he briskly walked into his office and slammed the door shut. I had to close my eyes because the noise was almost deafening.
"Happy Monday, self!" I muttered to myself sarcastically.
To distract myself from the unpleasant encounter, I decided to go to the café across the street from the Perault building to buy some coffee. It reminded me of the time when Sir Phillip and I shared a warm kiss a week ago. But now, it seemed like a distant memory that bothered me constantly, especially on Mondays. Even the coffee I made for him was rejected. So, I resorted to my old habit of buying coffee instead.
I still held onto the hope that maybe
