Cyril's POV
I slumped on my bed, my phone still clutched in my hand, as I stared blankly at the wall in my room. I was beginning to feel lonely, and I needed to talk to someone desperately. I had given the rest of my domestic staff a few weeks off.
As at the time I was doing so, it made so much sense to me, but now I'm starting to regret it. The silence within my mansion is so oppressive that I can hear it growling at me like a hungry bear in the jungle.
Yep! It's that loud.
It's so loud that I can hear my thoughts from a third person's point of view.
It feels as if someone else is talking to me, which is most definitely not the case at all.
When I realised that the silence was only going to get worse if I didn't take any actions, I decided to call Chris in hopes that talking to a
