Ella’s POV
Confusion crowded my understanding, my heart raced, my brows furrowed, and my fingers trembled so much as I stood in front of Alex’s desk. The atmosphere was gravely suffocating, thick with tension I didn’t understand. What happened?, I asked internally.
I stepped closer to his desk, my movements well calculated as I tried to observe his mood. His shoulders were very rigid, his jaw clenched, and his eyes that were once warm and filled with so much invitation were now cold, without any single emotion.
“Alex,” I whispered, while I maintained a low voice that was barely audible but clear enough for him to hear. “What’s wrong? Did something happen?” “You don't like the way I came straight down to your office?” I kept on asking any questions that rushed through me for me to under
