Chapter 133
- HAZEL -
I can’t find my freaking laptop.
Heck, I’m not even looking for it that much anymore but it’s still on my mind. Now I’m kind of worried I forgot it in the uber I took from his place yesterday and not at his place.
A lump forms in my throat. Just the thought of it is very unsettling and gives me a wrenched feeling in my stomach. Loosing my laptop is like restarting my life from day one since I got here. And beyond.
I shake my head. I left it here, I left it here. Losing it is not something to think of, I try to convince myself as I come out of Killian’s other room. Most of the rooms in this place are locked. Part of me understands why but the other part wants to be unreasonable especially when I saw that purse!
What on earth is Killian hiding? Why does he have so many vacant spaces when he lives alone? Why live in a place like this in the first place when he lives alone? He could’ve bought a house smaller.
My jaw clenches. My mind suddenly drifts back to when Killian and I first met in the club. His house was huge back then as well.
I take a deep sigh. Maybe I’m overthinking things. I keep walking down the corridor, turning every door knob of every door I come across.
A door comes open. Or not.
I take a deep breath as I push the door open. Here’s goes nothing. I take a step inside. My body freezes the moment I have a look on what lays behind the door.
Here looks so modern yet so old. I walk inside, examining every brown cabinet and furniture in this room. It looks like a wooden haven safe room. The kind you see in inns in movies. I let a finger slip on top of a table aligned adjacent to the wall, it has an arranged stack of folders in a file organiser box on top of it. I run my finger against another finger, trying to feel a dry texture. No spec of dust. This place is cleaned probably every day.