Chapitre 23: SYLUS: Would It Be My Fault?

Why the heck had I said that to her? I just panicked for a moment. For stupid reasons I couldn't tell, I liked the way she'd called it her home, and I liked that someone thought of my cold, lonely house as a home. 

Not even Rose, the first woman I'd ever loved, called it home. No, all she ever did was complain about it not being to her taste, wanting to change, to make it just hers, knowing I hated changes. It freaked me out, and in the end, all she could manage was to break my—

"Boss, she's home." I whipped around almost immediately at Leo's voice, storming to the door to exit my room. I'd been waiting for Harley till seven in the evening. I didn't know where she went. I tried calling several times, but she wouldn't pick up. In fact, her phone was turned off, almost as if to avoid any of my calls. As much as I hated to say it, I was a bit worried. I mean, I had no idea where she'd gone.