Felix stepped out of their master's bedroom, walking down the staircase, to abruptly stop in his tracks. Lo and behold, Brooklyn was making her way up the staircase, with her stilettos clinking noisily against the marbled floor.
"What happened?!" Felix rushed down the stairs. The sight before him shook him to his core.
"How did you get hurt?" The fear and concern for Brooklyn was evident in his voice.
Brooklyn's gaze was void of any emotion. She coldly stared at Felix as she brushed past him. Felix was so confused.
"Brook." He turned around, holding her wrist. Brooklyn looked at him over her shoulder.
"I'll take the the bedroom on the far right. Don't worry. I'll have my things moved to my room by tomorrow."
The top floor of their mansion was designed to have two bedrooms only. The master's and the other spare bedroom.
"You still haven't answered me. Brook, what happened?"
"It was nothing but a silly car crash. I had too much to drink. Can I go now?" She shrugged his hand off her wrist, making her way to the said bedroom.
Felix scowled. He took quick strides and held her hand that was on the door knob of the spare bedroom. "Why're you doing this? I thought everything was great between us?"
Brooklyn exhaled shakily, looking up to meet his gaze. "You're right."
"Then, what changed?"
"You seem to have forgotten something. What we have is an arrangement. That's all it is. There's no need for us to dwell onto that honeymoon bliss or whatever like it meant anything."
Felix scoffed. He felt stupid for ever thinking that the two of them would actually turn out different. So, what they shared the past week on their honeymoon meant nothing to her?
Brooklyn felt bad seeing his hurt expression, but oh well. "Good night, Felix." She quickly opened, entered and closed the bedroom door.
Leaning against the door, she closed her eyes, muffling her sobs with her hand.