031

Hilda

I opened my eyes and paced through the room, only for my eyes to fall on Richard. He was standing close to the door with his hands all folded around his chest.

I stood up, wiped my sleepy face, and yawned, but immediately felt shy when it struck me that he was right at the door.

I snapped the wall clock, and it was 10 a.m. in the morning. I sighed, wondering how it was possible I slept without opening my eyes all throughout the night.

"Good morning, Sir." I greeted him, and he just nodded at me without saying a word.

I snapped at my wrist, but the bruise had all healed, and I hid my hand from his watch. trying to avoid him asking why I got so healed so fast. I rushed to the bathroom to freshen up while still worried about why he wouldn't talk to me but glared at me.

"I will be outside waiting for you to dress up. You can put on a beautiful dress; we are going somewhere." He said it coldly and left.

What was going on with Richard? I haven't seen him with such a tight and mean fac