Tara Summer suddenly lost her mood to eat. She got up slowly and walked back to the bedroom on the sixth floor, deliberately choosing the stairs over the elevator.
She moved at a snail's pace, glancing at her phone from time to time as if waiting for a call from Liam Yancey.
Ever since they acknowledged their relationship, he had never been like this. When he went to New York, he would call her every day, even if he did not have the time, he would inform her in advance.
However, since leaving Night City this time, he had not made a single call.
For the first day or two, Tara assumed Liam was busy and didn't want to disturb him. However, after a few more days, she couldn't suppress her anxiety, but every time she dialed his number, it was turned off.
As she walked back to her bedroom, Tara seemed very subdued. The three young maids who trailed behind her didn't dare to get too close or speak. They all sensed the Young Madam's low spirits.
