Ariel’s P.O.V.

“Is everything okay?” I asked Winston worriedly when he came back to the room again. In the past two hours, he had received almost five calls. It’s not like I needed to listen to his conversation or I wanted to know what was going on. I was just worried, because every time he came back, he had a dark scowl on his face, and it turned one shade darker after every call.

“Nothing to be worried about, my love. You should sleep now. It’s already close to midnight.” He replied to me while making me lie down.

I didn’t know why, but I had a nagging feeling at...