Chapter 023
Emilia's POV
Before the door even shut behind me, I felt the chill. It wasn't until I was facing him that I became aware of my shivering.
Niklas.
His name now felt like a kick to the chest. His name reminded me of everything, not because it hurt to say it. My beloved boy. The boy who departed. The liar.
At first, he remained silent. simply gazed. It appeared that he had not slept. Excellent. I hadn’t either.
Slowly, as if unsure of his authority, he said, "Emilia."
I had fists in my hands. My fingers shook, and I detested the fact that I still gave a damn about his appearance.
I didn't say anything at first. I might scream inside if I did.
I entered the empty living room and walked past him. His scent was still on the couch. I detested noticing.
Quietly, he followed.
