Chapter Nine

Chapter Nine.

Anastasia's POV.

I had just placed my phone back into my bag when the door opened and Mr Nicholas walks in. Raising my gaze up to meet his, I find myself almost losing control and gasping right away.

My eyes flare, and on the inside, it's like it might pop out any time from now, for staring too much.

He looked away from me for a moment, and I take that chance to admire the handsome fellow that he is. He has a sour facial expression, like he's tired or something, but to me, it doesn't very much seem like it.

His hair is sprawled around his head, so he's using his left hand to rake it, but sadly enough, the strands wouldn't do as bid and I feel the urge to want to help him out on that.

Oh, my God. This usually happens to my female leads in my novels. How could I be also feeling the same?

Mr Nicholas's hands swipe down at his coat to remove wrinkles just before he gets to my front. "You stayed, Anastasia."

Of course, I would... especially after having seen this gorgeous