She lowered her head, staring at the message until the phone screen went dark and turned pitch black.
When Mo Shiqian finished showering and came out wearing a bathrobe, the silhouette of the woman was no longer on the couch. He furrowed his brows and walked over, glancing at the printed screenplay and iPad still on the table.
It meant that she probably hadn't gone to the study.
His brows still knotted, he considered whether to go look for her outside when his phone vibrated. The screen lit up with another incoming message.
[Mr. Mo, please don't let Miss Chi see that bracelet. She might overthink things.]
The man's frown deepened. He unlocked his phone to check two unread messages. His thin lips pressed into a straight line, and he threw down the phone, swiftly turning around and striding towards the door with long steps.
It was practically deep winter now, with warmth indoors and a biting, bone-chilling wind outside.
