Rex Morales snuck a glance at Dylan Collins sitting across him, and couldn't help but wonder why this young lady would come to him for a meal, right in front of her husband, no less...
He coughed a little, still pondering over how to respond.
However, the man across him had already noticed his unease.
"What's wrong?"
"Ah, no, no, it's nothing. Just a small matter, I can handle it myself." Rex hurriedly waved off.
Yet, the man across him, with his upright back indolently leaning against his chair, his ink-black eyes were fixed silently on Rex, who seemed to have spilled the beans without being asked.
Before Rex could speak, Dylan stretched out his long arm, and Rex's mobile phone fell directly into the latter's hands.
Dylan's eyes slightly trembled, the tightening gaze instantly brought a chill, making Rex want to wipe off his cold sweat.
What the... This woman, not asking him for help now, but asking Rex instead?
