k at the photo of Nicholas and herself, ri

as she scanned the room, fear

You're being watched." Miss Cherry's warning

r bedroom for any cameras. The light blue walls sta

reat? she thought. Roselle turned off her phone, and

ld possibly get her into trouble, so she headed to the on

against her chest, Roselle took a deep br

be heard, succeeded by a light cl

beration, and Nicholas, who was at his table

watching as his face

ing here, and ho

lifted her car

verting his attention back

trailed off, fidgeting wi

d you that you can walk in

le answered, barely be

and get th

," she mana

unning thin. He tapped his foot against the floo

d down, blinking back the tea

ir, and stormed towards Roselle,

f whiskey and coffee, and

trying in vain to w

g up into his eyes. Slowly, his grip loos

t through it, R

alking about?"

the act, it'

what you mean,

, I'm not buying it. Do whatever it is, you c

ut Roselle couldn't ignore how attra

is frame stood towering over her. She hate

k off your fac

g for just tonight? Please?" She

is," he muttered, before

she took a seat on the corner of hi

f," he growled, but Roselle sat s

e asserted, and Nicholas sco

, and leave. It's my

ou," Roselle quipped, as

the air, in mock surrender, as she

" she said softly to Nicholas,

cked up after

room, from my husband's," Roselle said

silent, focusing in

the realization that he truly

a house that isn't yours, this late. Didn't you learn

etly, reflectin

herry arrived, and led Ro

u sure this is

ust can't sleep in my room," sh

ill get furiou

mise. Besides, I just ne

be on my way, call me

s. And please,

her a wide smile,

but found out that it woul

re the soft chime could be heard, revealing

eyes as a look of con

u doing here

ith my room," she answered

a spare for you," he shrugg

ay alone,"

en the time? Go to Nicholas," he began

ll sleep on

aimed, pulling the

she beamed as she walked in,

sighed, as he walked towards his cl

hand for it, but he walked right

d, I don't w

, and pulled the c

e asked Austin, who was

" He m

ting me stay," she

re we

be this difficult to ge

e sleep,

I c

o late f

try

s indicated that he had fallen asl

p, and Austin picked up his phone, th

of trepidation across his features, as h

id to Roselle, who had no

sk any questions, so she grabbed her phone and key, and

er shoulders slumped. She could only wonder wha

he looked through her phone, about to open the anonymo

ad. Roselle made a mental note to send it in the m

k Miss Cherry, but they woul

and the familiar pull of slee

*

, filtering in through the cracks. She

k echoed fr

he called, and t

" Miss Cherry greeted

oselle answered,

n thirty minute

nd just as she was about to exit

don't mind," she said, and Miss Cherry wa

worry was evident in her crease

n her forties. The faint stress lines sat beside he

d paper on her bedside ta

's expressi

d. "I saw Mr Nicholas approac

m, we can have any discuss

access to this room,

knew he did, but something about

io. It's his house,

io. And it's one of the only f

she sat back, proces

to tell me? We are here to

e seems, ma'am. His heart is c

ed regardless, as she twirled

ldn't trust anyone, especially not your husband's

here to live in pe

a'am. It's a

le. Please,

oselle," she corrected

bing her phone off the table. She opened up

ou send th

her expression

wrong?" S

you that pict