**Chapter 19**
It had been two days since that emotional moment in the car, and since then, Louis hadn’t seen Cleopatra at the office. The atmosphere felt different. It was as if Cleopatra had disappeared, leaving a silence that Louis couldn’t escape. He hadn’t heard from her, nor seen her in meetings or during lunch breaks. It felt as if she had just vanished. Louis tried to focus on his work, but his mind kept drifting back to her—the way she had cried, how vulnerable she had looked. It troubled him deeply. The memory of her pain haunted his thoughts.
Even during lunch, when Louis went to the cafeteria for something to eat, he couldn’t find Cleopatra. Usually, she would be there, often surrounded by colleagues or sometimes alone, sipping coffee with an unreadable expression. But today,
