•Willa•
Colson is seated downstairs on the couch. He's still in his night clothes and a pair of glasses. Before him on the table are piles of paper works.
But more than the load of work in front of him that need his concentration, he directs it to that witch.
You have a lover yet you yearn for another woman, my balled fist clenches tighter in rage.
Looking over to Leiara, she's with her nurse. He is tending to her by checking for any discomfort in her wounds, but what catches attention more is that they're having a lively exchange during the process.
This is it, isn't it? This is why he set up the cameras.
He knew how close those two are getting, so his uneasiness made him set up cameras to keep watch on them.
This is heart webching but I only have to keep up with it for a while longer.
Masking my pain, I continue my way downstairs.
"Good morning, my love," I greet with a smile as I near Colson, ignoring the existence of those two people at the far end of the living room.
