The next morning came. Adrian woke up with a headache. By habit his hand stretched to the bedside table, trying to grab a glass of warm water. But his hand touched nothing.
He lifted his head, eyebrows raised. There should be a glass there.
Well. no matter. He called the housekeeper, instructed her to prepare warm water and breakfast to go. Then he stepped to the bathroom to groom himself.
When he came out, he checked his phone. Still no contact from Sophie. He debated—should he call her? Or was it too soon and she needed more time still?
He dialed anyway. A waste, because Sophie didn't bother to answer. A surge of irritation rose, but he quickly composed himself. If Sophie still needed space, he would gladly grant it. She would be back. Of course she would.
After he was done with h
