Chapter 12. Cold

After taking a cold shower and wearing his office attire, he covered it with a black trench coat winter jacket, revealing the glamor of his angel wings tassel chain brooch collar pins. Dylan puffed for air and tried to peek a glimpse outside his room, hoping that he would see Madison outside, but to his disappointment, there was no single trail of Madison outdoors.

“Young master, your food.” A maid knocked outside, announcing his breakfast had arrived.

“Just leave. I lost my appetite.” Dylan reasoned out while fixing his hair and putting on his wristwatch.

He doesn’t feel good. He didn’t need anything. He just wanted to see Madison as if she were his energy source. Without Madison around, he couldn’t think of anything aside from wanting to barge inside the maid’s quarter and hold Madison. Then, kneeled in front of her and begged her for her forgiveness.

“Have a safe trip, young master,” the maids said in unison as Dylan went inside his Aston Martin and drove