Chapter 134

Lola's POV

When I woke up, it was nighttime. The room was eerily quiet, and it sent chills up my spine. I automatically reached for Adrian, but his space was empty and cold, indicating that he had left the bedroom for a while. 

What if something had happened to him, and he was suffering alone somewhere? The thoughts had barely formed in my head when I sprang up and ran out of the room, ignoring the fact that I wasn't wearing any shoes or decent clothes.

I just wanted to make sure he was safe. 

I rushed down the stairs, hoping and praying that I was just being paranoid and that he was fine. My heart almost stopped in my chest when I got to the base of the stairs, and he was there in the living room, watching TV on mute while sipping on a glass of whiskey. 

My knees gave out beneath me, and I fell to the ground in relief. The sound seemed to jolt him out of his reverie, and he rushed to where I was.

"Fuck! Lola, baby, what's wrong? Wh