Emilia’s POV

I am nervous due to how cold Alexander looks, and I muster up the courage to ask him what happened, mentioning that I thought he had already gone to work. The room feels tense as I cautiously approach him, my heart pounding in my chest.

“Alexander, what’s going on?” I ask, my voice tinged with nervousness. “I thought you had already left for work.”

He looks up at me, his gaze piercing and distant. “Change of plans,” he responds curtly. “I had some things to take care of here.”

I swallow hard, trying to maintain my composure. The atmosphere feels heavy, and I can’t shake off the feeling...