CHAPTER 16

Arabel's POV

My phone has been vibrating continuously for over ten minutes, making me rush out of the bathroom with my towel hanging loosely around me.

It must be urgent. It must be Stella.

I almost slip on the marble floor just before I get to the dresser, where my phone is still vibrating. I curse loudly and pick up the call.

"Hello," I say, sticking the phone to my ears and shoulder so I can tie my towel well in case Daisy decides to storm into my room.

"Hi," the familiar voice says, making me stop halfway tying my towel, my jaws unhinged.

Richard.

“Hi”, I almost stutter, wondering why he is calling. I know I should have called to thank him for today, but I didn't want to. “Thank you for today, sir.”

“Are you home?” He questions out of the blue, making me raise a brow in confusion.

He can't be here, can he?

At the remembrance that the surprise visit was in London and not here, I let out a sigh of relief. He doesn't know where I live, in New York.

“Is anything the problem?” I ask ag