Chapter 27 - 28
Elodie’s POV~
Sabina lingered by the doorway, her hands folded tight against her apron.
“Alpha,” she said carefully, her voice carrying a note of unease, “Madam didn’t look well when she left. She... she seemed angry.”
I paused for only a moment, the words settling between us. Angry? Elodie? That amused me more than it concerned me. In front of me, she’d always been obedient, measured. A woman like her getting angry, it was novel, almost laughable. Perhaps Sabina misunderstood her expressions. I knew Elodie long enough.
“She must’ve had something urgent,” I said, my tone flat, dismissive. “Don’t trouble yourself, Sabina.”
Her eyes flickered, as though she expected me to ask more, to rise from my chair and go after her. But I didn’t. Why would I? Whatever storm she carried, it wasn’t mine to bear. At least not by the time of the day. I was too tired to care for such type of irrevelant things.
I walked past her without another word, heading upstairs. The city lights poured through the tall windows. On my desk, I tossed the brown envelope and waterbed as it lay waiting, it was her handwriting unmistakable.
For the briefest second, I considered opening it. Then my phone buzzed. Sienna’s name lit up the screen. A tiny smile broke up to my lips and without hesitation I answered. When the call ended, I tossed the envelope onto the bed. It slid off, landing face-down on the floor with a muted thud. I didn’t bother to pick it up. I might open it later, when I am in the mood.
That night, I didn’t return home. I walked the terraces of the skyscraper instead, breathing in the sharp scent of the city, watching the restless pulse of headlights below. Her absence didn’t weigh on me. It didn’t touch me.
The next morning, when I returned, Sabina came to clean, she found the envelope. I watched from the hall as she bent, picked it up, turned it over in her hands. She stared at him for a couple of seconds before she slipped it into a drawer, assuming I had read it.