POV: Jasmine
Help but wonder why she was drinking coffee and watching nothing on the TV at this hour of the day, lost in her own thoughts.
Didn't she have a life to live? The last time I checked, she was still the boss of her company, which she only took over from her father a few months ago. But she hadn't stepped foot in the office for almost two weeks now. Why?
"You're home so early," she stated, cutting off my thoughts of concern as she walked toward me and came to a stop just in front of me.
"Uh... Yes. I..." I swallowed the guilt that prickled my throat. "I had to do something at home." I said the dumbest thing there was to ever say.
"Oh. I see." She said, using her one hand to smoothen the rough edges of her unkempt hair, making me realize how unkempt she looked.
Had she even had a bath all day? She was still in her nightwear, and she looked really pale.
"Are you okay? You look pale and... Untidy. What's wrong?" I asked her, my prying eyes roaming over her body.
