Chapter thirty-three

I woke up to Romanov piercing eyes staring at me from the desk where he sat ad if I've got sludge in my eyes, was I muttering something in my sleep?

''What are you going here?" I raised a question feeling the startle in my bones.

“You're staying in my room there's no need to be startled.“ He said gallantly with a smirk on his face as he moved and continued what he was doing.

“In your room?“ I asked, the room was too luxurious and too dark like his personality, I wasn't wrong to assume it was porché. Wrapping the blanket tightly around my chest, as his intimidating gaze lingered on and on,

“I'm not comfortable and convenient with— staying in your room.“ I let out rolling my eyes.

And he chuckled again, will he ever stop being cunning and be serious for once, “you will get used to it soon, believe me.“ he chuckled again before returning to the book that lauds flat before him.

“I will have them deliver lunch to you, while you recuperate your broken heart.“ He said as he dropped the ink i