Viviana's POV

I rushed out of the room, ignoring the fact that I was barefoot.

If Nolan truly intended to leave, knowing his temperament, he would at least have left me some kind of message. This thought swirled urgently in my mind as I dashed into the living room, my pulse racing. It was only then that I saw Nolan, awakened by my commotion, sprawled out on the couch.

“Hm? What’s got you up at this hour?” he murmured, rubbing his eyes and stifling ...