205: Will You?

Fenella’s POV “Fenella.” “Yes, Laird.” Laird called me right after I arrived at the apartment. “Where are you right now?” “I'm at the apartment,” I replied quickly as I grabbed a glass of mineral water from the dispenser. “Oh, thank goodness. I'm on my way home,” he said. The apartment door opened, and I immediately saw Laird's figure enter. My mouth was slightly agape, with my eyes widening. My forehead wrinkled as I watched him walk in. I glanced at the clock on the table and realized it was 2 p.m. “Fenella,” he called in his distinctively low voice. He stepped inside and met me in the kitchen. I hurriedly set my water glass down on the dining table. For some reason, Laird's face looked different. There was a hint of a happy smile on his face, though the look in his eyes was dark, and I couldn't describe the meaning behind it. “You're home? One second you're calling me, the next you're standing in front of me,” I chuckled. Suddenly, he let down his backpack on the floor. Then he hugg