Eve
Axel didn't come downstairs for breakfast, and with Victoria gone to her family house for the weekend, his meal was in my hands.
A maid had informed me that he hadn't left his bedroom since the previous day, and somehow, my messed-up concern for him took over. Against my better judgment, I decided to prepare chicken broth.
Before heading to his room, I rushed back into mine, spritzed on a mild body mist, and quickly fixed my hair. I braided it into a long plait before rolling it into a bun and securing it with pins. Then, I washed my hands, carefully plated the food, and took a deep breath before stepping out.
Why was I even bothering to look good for someone who couldn’t give two fucks about me?
I shook my head, scolding myself internally as I climbed the stairs. When I reached his bedroom door, I hesitated for a brief moment before knocking lightly.
Silence.
I knocked again, this time a little louder.
Still, no response.
I exhaled and slowly pushed the door open.
Before I even t
