"What are you looking at?" Abigail asked, looking around. She could only see several cars speeding out of the parking lot.
Christopher looked at the back of the familiar Mercedes, which was driving away from him. He got into the car, his face solemn.
"Nothing. I will be late tonight. The driver will take you home. Rest early."
He started the engine and stepped on the gas pedal.
"Oh! Will you not eat at home?"
Eat?
He felt compelled to devour her. His lips quirked as he looked at her, who was staring at him with wide eyes full of questions.
"Then wait for me. I'll try to finish the work as soon as possible."
Abigail was satisfied with his answer. She had a contented smile on her lips as she planned to arrange a romantic dinner with him.
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Christopher summoned Eddie at the end of the day.
