Chapter Eighteen

David glanced at Andrew who was focusing on his laptop.

It's been two days and all the man did was the novel. Even he thought that his cousin didn't sleep. It was clear from his tired face and dark eye bags.

This phase has been experienced by him before.

Andrew will ignore his bedtime and only focus on the novel he is working on. David also believes that the man is not eating well while he is writing. Honestly, if this continues then Andrew will be rushed to the hospital in the next week or two.

"Andrew..." he called out.

The Writer just mumbled. David looked at Andrew and sighed.

“Andrew, today there is a meeting with the PR team of St. Havens."

The man just mumbled again softly. The focus of his gaze and finger movements was only on his laptop. "Then?" was his short response.

"They'll be here in an hour."

Andrew's busy hands stopped. He lifted his head and looked at his Agent who was sitting on the sofa. "Here? Get over here? As in here?"