Alexander’s POV
With the plate of food in hand, I slip out of Camila’s room while she eats what the nurse brought.
The cold look on Layla’s face as she left is stuck on my mind, and I can’t stop thinking about it. She’s always been cold, yes, but this seemed different. It was harsher… sharper than usual.
I’d never thought of Layla as a soft, loving woman, even in our early years. She’s always been cold and distant, and as I look down at the plate of uneaten pancakes in my hand, I remember watching her make them for the first time.
She’d been learning to make the meal in the kitchen. The staff were there too, and as I watched from the doorway, I heard the whispers and was just as curious as the staff. Though, I didn’t want to interrupt Layla’s concentration.
“Do you think she has a
