ALESSIA'S POV:
What the hell was wrong with the bastard?
Dragging me off for a week’s vacation all of a sudden and not even giving me the right to have a bit of leisure?
I looked around the place. It’d been four days since we arrived at this place — a very boring time. At least I had the maids to talk to at his estate.
I looked at the corner as a guard walked to the person there. They exchanged a few words before leaving together.
It was weird seeing them leave the first time until I observed more.
Something was definitely going on.
That bastard must have his plate full.
I took a deep breath and walked to the car parked just a few meters away. The driver had rushed out, leaving the engine running.
I was unsure too when I saw the car empty, but it’s the same today as it’s been for
