Living a lavish life where he craved nothing, yearned for nothing, Alaric didn't know what greed was until she was right there, yet he couldn't touch her, and wasn't sure what to say.
It felt like just yesterday when he didn't mind waiting a whole month just to get a glimpse of her. After meeting her, he wanted to see her every day. Now, he was craving for more.
If only he could freeze time.
If only he could erase the war she had to fight.
If only he had appeared in front of her before Damien.
Just as he'd forgotten to look away from Aveline, a hoarse voice sounded behind her. "CEO…" the cleaner greeted.
Before Alaric even turned to the cleaner, he noticed her reaction. The way her shoulders stiffened. The way her eyes widened. Jolted back to reality by a voice, yet frightened even if it was just for a moment.
