29. Chelsea

Chelsea

The double wooden door had the frame and designs made with glided gold, shouting luxury. However, that was not what made me nervous but the person inside. Would he take my life for the audacity of explaining myself in-person?

My heart raced as I heard the footsteps approaching the door from within, and I swallowed hard in nervousness. I took the chance to fix my hair before the door was opened.

“Who...” his question died in his throat as I met his gaze. For a fleeting moment, it appeared as though he had been robbed of his capacity to stir, respire, or utter a single word.

I coughed delicately to announce my presence. “Chelsea.”

It was only at that moment that he began to react. With a quick flutter of his eyelids, he blinked. His face was so blank. He didn’t expect me here. I, too, did not.

“Why—” Alastair's breaths came out in ragged gasps. “Why are you here?” He continued to grasp the doorknob.

“I was supposed to bring your breakfast.”

His ocean eyes, which had previously