Through the car window, An Xiaowan stared at his sudden change in demeanor. She watched him hastily enter the villa and felt perplexed about what was going on.
That elegant and exceptional back view exuded an aura of desolation. It was rather discomforting.
What an unpredictable man.
She shrugged her shoulders, draped the towel over herself, and got out of the car.
Assistant Luo was concerned when he saw that she looked a little off-color. "Ms. An, please don't be alarmed. It will just be a little… different these coming few days, so expect that Mr. Huo will not be in the best of moods."
These few days?
The corner of An Xiaowan's mouth curled upwards into a wry smile. Thoughtfully, she said, "I see… You mean the few days that come every month?"
Assistant Luo nodded his head without thinking. "Not really every month… Ohh…"
Assistant Luo suddenly paused. He looked up and promptly shut his mouth when he met her eyes.
