Yale held me tightly around the waist, as if afraid I would run away.
I took out a lady's cigarette and played with the lighter, but didn't light it for a long time.
Glancing down at the peacefully sleeping Yale, I sighed.
I don't know what the right thing to do is, but at least I won't regret it before it happens.
Zane used to be like a dazzling sun to me, but chasing after him was just too exhausting.
When I woke up, the sky was tinged with a pale white glow. I rubbed my sleepy eyes and reached over, but the bed was cold and empty.
Just as I was lost in thought, I heard Yale's voice coming from the kitchen.
"Stella, go ahead and get ready, breakfast will be ready soon."
By the time I finished freshening up, the table was already set with a delicious-looking breakfast spread.
I ate in silence, when suddenly my phone buzzed with a new message.
My heart skipped a beat.
I opened it to find a message from Zane: [I had my assistant drop off your things.]
I wasn't sure what to make of his message.
What could be so important that he sent someone all this way to deliver it to a nanny's daughter?
I glanced up at Yale, who was eating his breakfast with an elegant, refined air.