Regrets...

It was more than an hour, she hasn't come out of the study room. Vincent takes a guess that she is resting. After soaking the towel in the lukewarm water, he approaches the door. With a hint of hesitation, his hand reaches the door knob. He doesn't know how to approach the whole situation. She is calm and indifferent. But it scares him more. What if he loses her?

The thought of losing her messes with his mind. He wants to be the best husband in the world. He wants to be there when she needs her and everything.

His strong grip twists the knob to open. However, to his surprise, the door doesn't open.

He grabs his keys to open the door. She needs to take her medication. And he doesn't want her to skip taking medicines.

Without thinking twice about breaking any sort of privacy, he just walks in after opening the door.

" Emma!" He whispers and looks at her study room.

His eyebrows knit slightly, finding no-one in the room.

" Emma?" He mutters again.

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