Looking at the piled up unreviewed files, Stefan felt his headache increase.
He opened another new bottle of sleeping pills and painkillers and had it with the little water he had in his jar. He was too tired to get more water from the kitchen.
Probably dismissing all the servants wasn't a good idea at all.
Sleep has been quite a luxury for the past few days. But today was even exceptional.
For once, he wished he could have a good night's sleep soon. And then he thinks it's just better to be awake and keep reminding himself how foolish he has been making himself.
What man in his right mind can ever digest the feelings he was having?
It was hard to shallow, just as hard to throw out.
For all these years, people watched every move he made, everything he did. Including Venessa's activities too. He was always so thorough about how she represented herself in the public, knowing there were eyes.
