Bab 90: At last, home - Part 3

knock knock

I knocked on the door to Luke's office, waiting for permission to head in. I patiently waited for him to respond with his meal in hand, but nothing came, even after a minute of waiting. 

Weird, is he not in? 

Slowly, I pushed the door open, careful for the plate in my hand to not slip away. As I entered the room, I was met by the soothing sound of a crackling hearth and a soft snore. I saw Luke, fast asleep by the sofa with paperwork in both of his hands. 

I tippy-toed my way inside, not wanting to wake him up. As he was asleep, I was planning to leave his meals on his desk and return to my room, but unfortunately, there was no space where I could put them on. Paperwork was found everywhere on his desk—his entire office—it was a mess.