Alexander woke the next morning with a simmering irritation beneath his skin. He had called Serena repeatedly the night before the moment he discovered she had left, but every attempt had gone unanswered.
Why would she leave the banquet without informing him?
He dressed quickly, skipped breakfast, and drove straight to the company. His phone rang nonstop—his mother, Amelia, even his grandfather—but he ignored every call. The old man had texted the previous night asking to see him; Alexander hadn't bothered replying.
His mind was occupied by only one person.
What was Serena feeling now? Was she as restless as he was? Did she think of him at all? Did she miss him even a fraction of how much he missed her?
His grip tightened around the steering wheel. He pushed the car faster.
By the time he reached the company, his feet moved on their own, carrying him toward her office as though drawn by instinct. When he arrived, she was speaking to one of her colleagues.
