Chapter 92: Still looking for him?
As Thomas left the room, Elijah clenched his fists and promised himself that he would find Ash, no matter what. And when he does, there would be no more running, no more hiding. He wouldn’t let Ash escape him again.
Elijah’s car glided silently through the dark streets. He made a stop at a small bakery, one he knew well, and purchased a cake he’d been purchasing for the last two years, it’s the third year this time. He left as quickly as he’d come.
When Elijah arrived at his house, the servants were quick to greet him, but he brushed past them without a word. They hesitated, sensing the tension radiating from him, and one of them asked cautiously, "Sir, should we prepare dinner?"
"No," Elijah replied curtly, his voice cold. "I’m not hungry."
He ascended the grand staircase. His feet led him to his room, a space that felt emptier with each passing day. He pushed open the door and entered, closing it softly behind him. The room was bathed in soft, dim light, but to Elijah, it felt cold and lifeless.
He walked over to the small table near the window and set the cake down gently. He stared at it for a moment, his chest tightening.
Elijah reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone. His fingers trembled slightly as he scrolled through the photos until he found the one he was looking for. It was a picture of Ash, smiling softly at the camera, eyes bright and full of life. Elijah’s breath caught in his throat as he gazed at it, the pain in his chest intensifying.
He set the phone next to the cake, the image of Ash facing him.
"Hey baby..." he whispered softly, his eyes watered yet he didn’t cry in front of Ash.