His brows slightly furrowed.
The lazy and languid tone lingered in her ear, scorched hot.
Yvonne Finley was pressed against his chest, unable to see his expression clearly.
Outside the door, Miss Madison Taylor was still persistent, unaware of what was happening inside. A thin thread of discomfort and unease tugged at her heart, "Caleb, what are you doing? It's already half past eight. If you have any issues, let me help you solve them."
Rosine Oliver scratched his head, "What problems could he have? Your words imply that if Caleb meets a difficult problem he can't solve, you could?"
Miss Madison Taylor was annoyed by Rosine Oliver's blunt comment.
She just wanted to see Caleb Baker.
Through the glass.
Caleb Baker hadn't moved much, just slightly bowing his back. It wasn't clear what he was seeing. The large white coat he wore hid everything underneath.
She knocked on the door again.
Inside.
