Mila shifted in her sleep, her hand spreading across the bed. The other side was cold and empty.
She opened her eyes slowly. She expected to see Dominic beside her. There was no sign of Dominic.
A faint crease formed between her brows with doubts and confusion.
'He didn't return last night?'
Something crossed her mind. She recalled him answering a call and leaving in a hurry.
'Has something happened?' she couldn't help but wonder.
A trace of unease settled in her chest. Her thoughts spiraled.
'Did something go wrong? Is he hurt?'
Then she forced herself to stop thinking about him.
"Why should I care?" she muttered under her breath.
She got out of bed and headed to the bathroom.
By the time she stepped out, freshly bathed and dressed, she looked calm and confident. The earlier worry vanished.
The maid was waiting outside. "Miss, breakfast is ready," she said. "Should I bring it to your room?"
Mila shook her head. "I'll eat in the dining room."
