"Where were you?"
That was the first question Beatrice heard as soon as she entered Andrew's house. That was her temporary stay since Elara left, and she wanted to convert it into a permanent one with such eagerness.
Beatrice, who hadn't expected Andrew to be at the house, especially in the living room with all the lights dimmed, jerked in her place, her bag dropping from her hand.
"Jesus, you nearly gave me a heart attack," she answered before she walked to the center and lit the lamp on the small table beside the couch.
Her gaze fell on Andrew's battered form. His stubble showed a little, and the smell made it clear that he had been drinking.
His eyes were hooded when he lifted his head slightly and looked at her. Even in his drunk state, he looked nothing less than a sight to see, and she felt her heart skip a beat.
