My Little Sunshine

Chapter 42: Where's Adam?

Next morning, Stella woke up around 9 a.m. After freshening up, she went downstairs to have breakfast dressed up in her usual casual attire. 

At the dining table, she was the only one having her breakfast. She looked around but couldn't find Adam. 'He usually wakes up before me.' She thought, her eyes drifting towards the door of the dining room again and again as she ate her food.

She was done with her breakfast and even then there was no sign of Adam. 'Where is he?' She couldn't help but think about his whereabouts. Unknowingly, she had grown used to his company. 

When she saw the old butler on her way out, she decided to ask him about Adam's whereabouts.

"Uncle Rob!" She called him. "Where's Adam? I haven't seen him since morning. Is he still sleeping?" She asked the old butler.

"He had some errands to run, so he went out to deal with them." The old butler replied to her politely even though he didn't know the details himself. He was just complying to his Young Master's order to tell the girl that he was busy if she asks him about him.

"Oh! Okay, thank you Uncle Rob." She headed up to her room after thanking the old butler.

The day went by and she didn't get to see Adam for even once. She tried busying herself all this while but her thoughts keep drifting to Adam, and somehow to his kisses. They had kissed twice in the last two days, and they weren't your usual a peck on the lips kind of kisses. She still remembered how she had felt then. It was as if her soul was being sucked from her body.

But her anger surfaced up after remembering his question about them being in a relationship or not. 'How could he ask me such a thing? Doesn't he know how to propose a girl? I am not asking for flowers and all, but couldn't he just ask me genuinely?' She was enraged.

"I cannot believe that the Adam Levinson, who has such a high IQ, has an EQ this low." She thought out loud. "Idiot." She muttered under her breath, going back to read her novel.

She was in the study, sitting in her favorite spot by those huge glass windows that looked over a garden. She had to admit that the guy sure had some good taste when it comes to aesthetics.

She was in her room, and was getting bored to death. It was almost 7 p.m. and she still hasn't seen or heard from the man himself or from Uncle Rob. She had asked the old butler once again only to get the same reply. 'Looks like even he doesn't know where Adam is.' 

She picked up her phone, going through the contact list to look for his number. She contemplated for a while whether to call him herself or not. 'He could have told me before going or left a message at least. It's not like he doesn't have my phone number.' 

Just as she was about to hit the call button, she heard someone knocking on her room's door. She quickly jumped from the bed, thinking that it must be Adam.

She glanced at her reflection in the dressing table's mirror once, fixing her clothes and hairs a bit, and made a dash towards the door. "Coming." She spoke up. 'You dare to disappear for an entire day without even informing the girl you claim to like so much, and now, here you are, knocking at her door.' She cursed the poor guy inwardly on her way to the door.

As she opened the door and was about to scold the man, her words got stuck in her throat, for it was not Adam but the old butler standing before her opened door. 

"Good evening." Uncle Rob politely greeted her only to get a nod from her. "These are for you." He said extending his hands towards her that were holding a bunch of shopping bags.

"Umm.. who are these from." She asked him, taking the bags from his hands cautiously and placing them down as if they had some kind of explosives in them.

"And this as well." The old butler said, pushing a clothing rack in her room that was next to him and had a while cloth draped over it. 

Before she could ask him anything, the old butler had already left. She stood there with a baffled expression for ad to what had happened just now. After regaining her composure, she closed the door to look at the stuff that was sort of left at her doorstep. 

She headed toward the rack and noticed that it had a card attached to the white cloth. She pulled it out to observe that it had something written over it. She could recognize the handwriting even in her sleep now, for she has been seeing it daily for the last few days. 

'Dress up! There's a driver waiting for you downstairs. You have an hour.'

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