Wasted Chance

The night was getting late, Arabella couldn't sleep.

She kept tossing on her bed.

Her mind was thinking of the party earlier and Bill's dreadful expression.

She wanted to see Bill.

She wanted Bill to be beside her.

She wanted to talk to her to know what was inside his mind at the very moment.

Her mind was preoccupied with the man who was inside the study room for 5 hrs. now.

It was not the usual. He was always on the bed at this late hour.

Ever since she lived with him, Bill never spent more than 2 hrs. in his study room.

Meanwhile, Bill was looking at the evidence that was sent by his special investigator.

His eyes were sharp as a hawk. His hands were like sharp claws fisting hard.

He paused, reminded, and played back again and again.

His mind was out of what his eyes were seeing.

Then when Arabella's pretty face was caught in the venue, Bill paused again and zoom in on Arabella.

He heaved a deep sigh.

Her eyes were innocent.