The next day Xiran woke up late. He was still clutching her nightgown and somehow he had slept through the night. It had been a long time since he had slept so much and that too without waking up.
His phone rang and he saw it was Rumail. Xiran answered it and Rumail informed that he and Frila were headed this way. Understanding the purpose of their visit he took a deep breath.
Getting up he gently folded Aselia's gown and placed it back in the cupboard before heading down to his room. He bathed and changed into fresh clothes.
Meanwhile, Rumail and Frila had arrived and were waiting for him in his living room. Xiran entered it and settled down opposite them. His silver hair which fell below his shoulders now was still damp.
"Good morning Señor!" they greeted him.
"Good morning! Did you hear from Amoris? Was she able to see her?" Xiran quickly got to the point which was itching him from the moment Amoris had left.
