Chapter 471: + - 471+
Angelo’s anger dissipated, resigned to washing his hair. "You don’t have to," He turned down the offer, his hands in his hair, a slight wince at the tangles he could feel.
Nikolai’s eyes cooled, that wasn’t the response he had been expecting to hear. He wanted to push to get what he wanted, but he didn’t, Angelo focusing on his hair and completely ignoring him.
While the assassin was busy with his hair, he quickly cleaned up and slipped out— heshould have kept his hands to himself, and maybe he would have actually gotten to take a proper shower with Angelo.
While Angelo was busy in the bathroom, Nikolai pulled on a bathrobe and sauntered out of the room. He needed to do a quick check to make sure that everything was still in order, it was unlike him to completely disappear for so long.
He stopped by the living room to find Silvia still curled up on a sofa, fast asleep. He stopped and stared at the dog-headed woman for a short while, there were several empty rooms that she could have slept in, there was no reason for her to twist like a pretzel on the smallest couch in the living room.
Nikolai ignored her and kept walking, leaving her to sleep in the most uncomfortable position possible without so much as a second look over his shoulder. He stepped into his room and waited for his eyes to adjust to the darkness.
Sleeping in a bathrobe wasn’t the most comfortable option, so he swapped it out for a night robe, grabbing one for Angelo as well. There were no curtains in his room so the night sky was clearly visible. With the penthouse so high up, it almost looked like one could reach out and touch the low-hanging clouds.
He could work anywhere, but only one place had Angelo. He didn’t want to work around the assassin, though, not wanting to bother him if he did fall asleep, so he sat in the dimly lit room and got to work.
He just needed to do a quick check through his call log and emails, and dish out a bunch of orders. It was done in no time, but it felt like hours to Nikolai, he got up impatiently when he was done, ditching the phone and laptop he had worked on in his room.
His night robe was black and he had gotten a red one for Angelo, half-expecting the assassin to be fast asleep when he returned.
Angelo was not on the bed when he opened the door, and for a moment he thought that the assassin was still in the bathroom, only to scan the room to find Angelo curled up on a sofa in the sitting area, staring at the door... waiting for him.