By 9:30 pm, I reached her house, and rubbed my palm, adjusting my jacket and recalling how Mr. Carter fumbled when I asked him about Aurora.
I rang the doorbell and tried her number repeatedly hoping to get news of her, however, her mobile remained switched off increasing my anxiety.
Upon it, Macey was calling me repeatedly, causing me to get annoyed.
A servant opened the door, I arched my brows and entered saying, “Where is Aurora's room?”
Before he could have answered, Mr. and Mrs. Carter came with a smile over their face.
“What happened Mr. Patrick? You are here at this time,” he asked.
“So? Can't I come here? This is my would-be wife's house, so it means mine too,” I half shrugged my shoulders and moved towards the stairs wondering where her room is.
“Are you looking for Aurora?
