Chapter 20. The Mysterious Fourth Door

Annabelle’s POV

Once she left, he slowly looked at me. I could see dark circles under his eyes from a week of sleepless nights. His stubble had outgrown, and his hair looked disheveled. He looked exhausted and sad. His electric blue eyes looked dull and his clothes also didn’t look very immaculate.

After staring at each other for minutes or maybe seconds, I just couldn’t take it. I kept the box of cupcakes on the small center table in front of a couch and turned towards Stefan.

“Why didn’t you come home in the last few days?” I demanded, frustrated by his silence.

He stood up from his desk and came towards me, without taking his eyes away from me.

“Why?” he asked, coming closer to me and stopping inches away from me, holding my gaze all the while.

“Everyone missed you,” I said, looking away and wetting my parched lips.

“And you?” he asked, gripping my chin and turning my face up towards him. I had to look at him. Feeling guilty for being the