chapter 75

Sorin woke up the next morning with a throbbing headache. The events of the previous night replayed in his mind like a nightmare he couldn't escape. He winced as he touched the bandage on his head, the pain a stark reminder of Andrea's accidental attack on him.

As he sat up on the edge of the bed, he felt a pang of guilt mixed with anger. Guilt for the harsh words he had hurled at Andrea, and anger at himself for losing control. He knew he had scared her, perhaps even more than she had scared him with her impulsive action.

Glancing at the clock, Sorin realized it was already late morning. He had missed his morning routine, his meetings, and his usual morning jog. His mind raced with thoughts of how to handle the situation. Should he apologize to Andrea? Should he maintain his distance? Should he send her away?

With a sigh, Sorin stood up and walked over to the window. He stared out at the city skyline, and the bustling streets below, but his mind was elsewhere. The silence in the room