Adrian sat on the bed, watching Agatha set a table by the side of the bed.
He could see her, he could hear her, but his mind was locked on the bathtub scene.
Alexander had said he loved him. Well, not directly, but... 'Until you let me love you the way you deserve.'
It sounded just like he had said the three words, right?
"Adrian, can you eat by yourself? Do you need me to feed you?" Agatha asked, pushing the table close to Adrian's table.
"It's okay, Agatha, I can –"
"He can't," A voice said from the door, footsteps following as the person walked into the room.
"Mr. Vale? Mr. Devereux will be very displeased to find you in his room. Please, can you wait in the living room?" Agatha asked, her eyes darting toward the door as she scanned for Alexander, who had gone to attend something in the study.
Adrian was frozen in place as he stared at Sebastian's unbothered face. Sebastian was the last person he expected to walk through Alexander's door.
