Chapter 73

Emelda's POV.

I woke to the sweet aroma of freshly brewed coffee, baked pancakes, and to the smiles of Bryan directly to my face.

I let out a soft yawn as I stretched and sat up, leaning my back against the bed, and supporting myself with a pillow.

"What's this all about ?" I asked casually, my voice still heavy with sleep.

Bryan grinned, his eyes twinkling with warmth. "Just a little something to start your day off right," he said, placing the tray on the bedside table.

“Oh, I see.” I voiced out casually after thanking him, my tone off.

“What's the issue?” Bryan asked, confusion clearly visible on his face, “You don't want pancakes?”

I hesitated for a while, then decided to air my view. “I came to check up on you before leaving yesterday just to be informed that you were having a meeting with Cassandra and you didn't want to be disturbed.” I blurted out angrily.

I paused, then continued, “You just forgot about me.”

Bryan's expression shifted, his smile becoming more forced as he