Cattleya’s POV
"I don't know why I'm here," Nikolai replied, his voice trailing off.
He looked lost, his breath heavy with alcohol, and his eyes were bloodshot, as if he hadn't slept for days. His curly hair was tangled, but it didn't diminish his charm. All the maids in the villa would peek at him through their windows.
He was just my private investigator, but we quickly became friends, as if we could sense each other's pain.
"Did you drive here just to tell me you don't know why you're here?"
He chuckled softly, "Sorry..."
"You're drunk, Nikolai. Give me your key, and I'll drive you home," I demanded, extending my hand.
Nikolai suddenly pulled out his car keys from his pocket and handed them to me with a smile. "I apologize," he said. "This was unprofessional. You're my client,
