Song Recommendation: Castle by Halsey
"There is a problem, Master..."
Dilen gritted his teeth in anger, hearing Robert's shivering voice explain himself.
The longer he stilled to listen to the irking details Robert spat, the tighter his fingers clutched on the phone pressed against the ear.
He suddenly shot the phone across the room in anger.
Slowly getting up from the bed bare bodies, Dilen padded to the bathroom without a word, leaving Priscilla lying on the bed with a contemplating look.
After a few minutes, Dilen finally walked out — dressed in only his singlet and pants. He strode to the wardrobe, pulling out his tie, shirt and jacket.
He unhurriedly continued to dress himself.
BASH!
Dilen, without looking behind in the direction of sound of the shattered vase on the floor—wore his shirt unbothered.
Priscilla grunted in anger, clutching her fist as staring at Dilen's back. Her temper brewed.
