I made it to the office way earlier than usual. The second I opened my eyes that morning, I remembered the scene from last night—me dramatically collapsing like I was in some low-budget soap opera, probably scaring the life out of Fleur. But honestly, that wasn’t on me. Yeah, I got a little snappy whenever the topic drifted to Ambrose, but even I had to admit that my reaction last night was... extreme.
When I woke up, Fleur was fast asleep beside me. Looked like she had stayed up late just to make sure I didn’t choke on my own feelings or whatever. I didn’t wake her. Just slipped out of bed quietly.
What caught me off guard was the fridge. It was full. Stocked with actual food, which was shocking because I’d been expecting to find it empty like always. Did Fleur go shopping again? I blin
