45. WHAT CAN I DO FOR YOU?

A month and two weeks had passed after the incident at the anniversary party. Darian was still trying to find those behind it, but the culprits they caught didn't confess to anything more after that night he met with them.

He had ordered that they be released from the dark room, locked up in the part of the family house that was not in use, and properly taken care of; he had the hope they would help him someday, he had to keep them alive and healthy.

He was working on some office work in the study when the door pulled open to Lena. A small yawn slipped out of her mouth as she walked toward him. She was wearing the same pair of pyjamas he wore, the slides were the same too. She chuckled when she saw it. She had purposely done that.

"Hello, I was wondering if you'd come back to the room." She combed her hair with her fingers and packed it into a not-too-tight bun, fastening the tip with the band she wore before. She drew out a chair and dragged it next to him, she perched on it and smi