Chapter Sixty Three

Chapter Sixty Three.

Nicholas's POV.

Unedited.

I turn my face to the back as I open the door to my study room, gesturing with my hand that Hillary should head in first. He chuckles and pushes me inside.

I shake my head, as I crack up, too. The room is dim but my vision works perfectly in here, so I need not shift the curtains.

He hums, as he finds himself comfort. He's taken a space on a couch at the side of the room, next to the wall.

"So, the drink."

"Patience." I tell him.

"Only if you have an idea the ones I've had in the past months." He tells me. To be honest, I understand his reasons to wanting to meet the ones he cares so much about. He's been away for a long time. I am certain that if he opens his mind to me, I'd see that he misses Anastasia.

And speaking of her, I wish to discuss my past doings with Hillary. I know he would kill me, but at this point, I have no choice than to, or else, I might put her in more trouble than the one I have. Plus, he's had an idea