Looking at the darkening sky, Daniella returned to her room. She had just freshened up and changed her clothes when she saw Ethan coming back.
She went up to him and said, "Mister Ethan, you're back." She took over the coat in his hand.
"Give me a cup of coffee." Ethan leaned against the sofa, pressed the remote control, and looked at the financial channel.
Suddenly, a mobile phone rang. Ethan glanced at it coldly and saw Daniella coming out of the kitchen immediately. Her hand holding the phone froze under his cold eyes.
However, the name on the screen made her dare not to answer it.
"Pick it up! Why don't you pick it up?" Ethan didn't even look at her, but her every move couldn't escape his eyes.
Daniella wanted to go back to the room to pick her up, but the more she avoided, the more suspicious he was.
She could only pick it up in the living room. "Hello."
