Thirty Five

The thing is, it's been three days.... Rhysand hasn't spoken to me at all.

I don't know what happened after he last picked me up three days ago, he was silent. He even told me not to come to his penthouse to get everything ready in the morning. Of course he didn't say it directly to me, but through Ron.

Yeah, well, it didn't bother me before.

But right now it's affecting me. A little. About his emotional changes that are so fast. Did I make a mistake? Have I offended him?

He also had not come to the office for two days. And I guess I was too confident to think that all the changes were because of me. He probably has a lot going on, and I'm not important enough to influence anything in him.

Put yourself together, dammit. My mind screamed.

Sighing in annoyance, I chose to block out my curiosity and annoyance because of him. I drown myself in this fucking job, and then go home early.

There was a knock on the door a few minutes later. "Come in."

The door opened, and revealed a man in a gr