Chapter 87. Till Plagues Do Us Part

LORENZIO

Two and a half weeks. One more and I'd be off the rails. The long, dreadful, anxiety-filled nights without her...

Every inch of me ached for this day. The wait was finally over.

This would've happened much earlier if that bloody virus wreaking havoc all over the world had been properly tracked and contained months ago. But, no use being upset about the state of the world at this point. I didn't agree to imprison myself for weeks, pondering my entire existence just to spoil this night for her. For us.

The mere sight of her standing beside my couch, patiently waiting for me—it tugged at my chest.

"Hey."

Mykaela looked up from her phone. "Hi."

Something in my core twitched when our gazes locked.

Her lean shoulders tensed somewhat. Excitement? Some nerves and apprehension?

I could only hope she missed me as much as I wanted to spend the rest of my life with her. "Hi, love." I smiled. I wished I didn't have to wear this mask,