= 37 = Argument

Author's POV

Ivan entered his luxurious penthouse and found it silent. She was nowhere in the living room. Maybe she was sleeping because she is an early bird who believes in sleeping early and waking up early.

"Ember, I am home," he said, closing the door, but he didn't get any response from the other side. His eyes desperately looked at the kitchen door. If she were in the kitchen, she would have shown her face by now, but no, she wasn't present at the door. Yes, she is definitely sleeping. Thinking that, he walks to his bedroom.

Entering the bedroom, he found her sitting on the bed, and unknowingly a smile formed on his serious face. There she is, sitting on the bed, showing her back to him.

"Ember," he mumbled and threw his coat on the sofa. She turned to look at him. There he is, standing near the bed, taking off his watch.

"I hope you didn't mind me leaving you alone in the morning," he said without looking at her, pretending nothing happened.

"I missed you like hell~," he could