Chapter 41
Nathaniel typed the button of his laptop furiously, replying to some emails he had received since he had escaped from his business. His mom really took care of everything at home.
Even though he was rich, he could not run away from work, and it would continue piling up. He rubbed his temple, glancing at his wristwatch from time to time to be time conscious. He hated tardiness, lateness, and undisciplined ness at work.
Everything was silent in the house, and he missed his Angel; it wasn't home without her; it was just like a desert land.
He shut down his laptop and grabbed his phone, keys, and wallet from the desk. He cuffed the cufflinks of his suit as he tugged his tie down a little and unbuttoned two buttons while running his hand through his hair, disheveling it but not f
