Xavier’s POV

Like someone who has been awaiting my return, she jumps up from the bed the moment I push the bedroom door open. With my creased brows, I venture fully into the bedroom to see her rubbing her hands over her sleepy eyes.

She must have been asleep. I thought as much.

“Welcome”, she murmurs in a sleepy tone before darting her eyes to the wall clock. It is 11 pm.

“Thanks”, I say in a low tone like hers. I wonder why she is welcoming me home. I am thinking she will be ...