A week later,
"Young Miss, there is soone who wants to et you. He says that it's urgent." The old butler knocked on the door and uttered.
She looked up from her laptop and nodded lightly. "Take him to the living room. I will et him there in ten minutes." She asked the old butler as she her fingers continued to move over the keys.
She wanted to go and see the person right away but stopped herself from doing so because of how battered she looked. Shutting the screen of her laptop, she headed towards the walk-in closet. No matter how much she hated it, she still needed to look presentable, not for herself but for Adam's sake.
A sharp pang shot inside her chest as the familiar na rolled over her tongue. "Adam."
It had been over a week since he disappeared. Blake had mobilized more of his n to look for him, but the results were the sa. He was nowhere to be found. It seed like he had disappeared into thin air, without leaving a single trace of his existence.
The whole week had passed by in a blink of an eye for her but it was nonetheless torturous for her. Everyday, soone would pay her a visit to make sure that she was doing fine. Though she was grateful to them for caring for her this much, she just wanted to be alone for now as she could be just herself and didn't have to act all strong and tough. She was barely holding herself up and it was taking a toll on her health.
Coming out of the walk-in closet, she heaved out a tired sigh as she looked at her reflection in the mirror of the dressing table. She picked up a pair of black rimd glasses from the table and put it on. She barely needed those while doing her work but she preferred wearing them these days as they helped a little in covering her red, puffy eyes.
"Let's see who is it." She murmured to herself before heading towards the door of the room. She wanted to see who the person was, and what was the reason behind his strange behavior that he didn't even bother informing Uncle Rob about his identity.
Usually, It was Blake and Lillian or Scott and Katherine who would pay her a visit at odd hours like this. Liam did pay her a visit as well but he was too busy in handling the company's affairs currently which didn't leave much free ti on his hands. But he didn't forget to call her everyday to inquire about her health.
Stella walked into the room with a blank face. As soon as she stepped inside, her eyes landed on a man who was sitting on the couch in a relaxed position, leisurely sipping his tea as if he was sitting in his own garden, not soone else's living room.
He wore a thin tallic fra which rested on the bridge of his nose. Despite looking like a nerd, he owned a handso face and even she had to agree with it. His black hair was neatly combed back and held in place with either so water based gel or so hair spray.
"I hope that the coffee is according to your taste." Stella cleared her throat lightly to announce her presence before she spoke up, taking small steps to where he was sitting.
The man finally looked up as he placed down his mug on the table. His thin lips broke into a bright smile as his eyes t with hers. Getting up, he fixed his dark brought coat and matching tie before extending his hand towards as he greeted her. "Good evening, though it's already night but it's a pleasure to finally et you in person, Miss Stella."
Stella shook his hand lightly with so caution as she heard him say her na. "Good evening, Mr ...?" She trailed off, hinting that he hadn't introduced himself yet.
"Oh! My apologies." He apologized to her when he realized his mistake. "This humble man goes by the na of Alaister Beckwood, but you can just call Alaister, Ma'am." He introduced himself to her.
"Please, have a seat Mr. Alaister." Stella added as she pointed towards the couch to which he complied.
After settling down on the couch across him, she asked him the main question which was troubling her mind. "I hope you don't mind saying this, but I don't think so that we have even crossed each other's path for even once, Mr. Alaister. But you even know my na, how is that possible?" She narrowed her eyes at him.
"Let's just say that we have a common friend, Ms. Martin." He smiled at her. "I apologise for disturbing you at this hour, but I needed to make sure that it will be just you when I talk to you. I don't mind talking it before Blake and others, but my moral code requires to keep confidentiality about certain matters." He continued.
"I am sorry but I can't understand where you are taking this conversation." She furrowed her delicate brows in confusion. She couldn't comprehend what matters he was talking about and how did he know about Blake and others.
"Ms. Stella, I am actually a lawyer by profession. My main reason for visiting you at this hour is that I have to pass on so docunts to you." He answered her as he picked up a black leather briefcase next to his feet and put it on the table.
It was only then that her mind registered the presence of the briefcase. If she had seen it earlier, she wouldn't have questioned him like that. She would have preferred to directly get to the main point instead of going through the introductions and all since he knew about her already. What made her more curious was the identity of their so called 'mutual' friend.
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