Amelia's POV

There were no messages from Tristan and I didn't disturb him. Maybe when he was in the mood he would contact me. He might be busy or he might be on a flight also. I drove Tristan's car since he went with Adrian.

I reached home around noon, and after freshening up, I went straight to my shop to keep myself absorbed in work so that I would completely forget about Tristan.

When I returned home it was already 10 o'clock in the night. I couldn't face the empty apartment. I felt so heartbroken that tears stung my eyes. I didn't feel like cooking for myself and eating...