Emily’s POV:

Pouring two cups of coffee quickly, I walked towards Jake, who was sitting on drawing room, in heavy mood.

“Here!” I handed him a mug of coffee before sitting in front of him, crossing my legs.

“So… How come you’re here? So early in the morning!?”

Jake didn’t respond, instead he took one sip of his coffee, avoiding my gaze and perhaps, ignoring my logical question ever, as well.

“Jake!? You didn’t answer me. And now when I am thinking about it, where is….” ...