Chapter 57

NATHAN Iend the call with a sigh, not bothering to leave a voicemail. Mel is pissed at me because of last night. Not that she has any reason to be. But I guess if I heard some guy in her apartment, I would have lost my shit and gone straight over there to find out what the fuck was going on, so I can’t exactly blame her. I’ll go to her work during lunch and explain. It will give me a chance to make sure she takes a break and is eating properly too. I’d rather she didn’t work at all right now, but I get that she can’t—and won’t—just up and quit her job. Plus, the doctor said there’s no reason at all why she shouldn’t work. I glance at my laptop and then at the painting on my wall. It’s my most treasured possession. I should keep it at home, but I spend more time at work than I do at my penthouse, especially now that Mel is no longer there. Her absence makes the place seem emptier than it’s ever been. I lean back in my chair and wonder what she’s doing. If she ate breakfast this morning,