Elara’s POV
“How long does it take to get out of the bathroom, Elara?” Alric’s voice, cold and distant, came from behind me, his arms still held onto my waist tightly.
“I… I was getting…” I paused. I didn’t have a response to that. And besides, why was he here looking for me? Shouldn’t he be with his lover, the one he had proposed to?
Our contract wasn’t over yet, but he had gone to propose. How come I didn’t hear any news about it? They were both public figures, and I was sure the paparazzi followed them everywhere.
Shoving off the thought, I ignored Alric and tried to move to the table. I had unfinished food I needed to down before I eventually went back home.
I was still hungry, and my head hurt. I felt dizzy with each step.
“What are you doing, Elara?” I heard Alric call, his ton
