Chapter 42

• Nathaniel typed the button of his laptop furiously, replying to some emails he had received since he had escaped from his business.
• Even though he was rich, he could not run away from work, 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 undisciplinedness at work.
• Everything was silent in the house, he missed his Angel, it wasn't home without her, it was just like a desert land.