Roman waited for about ten minutes before he picked his briefcase and the bottle of wine up from the passenger seat and got out of the car.
The security team would have been watching him, and the last thing he wanted was for anyone to claim he’d lost his damn mind.
But he had.
He'd lost it completely.
It wasn’t even three in the afternoon yet. He’d had meetings lined up until five, but there he was, ringing Evelyn’s doorbell. The moment he’d been told she was home, he had cancelled everything, grabbed the new contract and drove Evelyn’s brand new car there. All because she hadn’t called him as he had expected after he had left her university papers. Had she even looked at them or she had been too eager to go back to her little boyfriend?
In his mind, he had dragged her out of that apa
