After ending the call, Lyra's mood lightened up a bit.
She lifted her wrist to check her watch. It was 4:30 now, and it would be more than an hour before dinner.
She sent Anthony Young her address on WeChat, which was the chain restaurant outside the apartment.
Thinking of having dinner with Anthony, Lyra sent a message to Morris Jackson.
Lyra was a night owl: [Uncle Morris, I have dinner plans tonight, so you don't need to bring me food.]
For the past few days, Morris Jackson had been taking care of almost all her meals.
He would bring her breakfast when they went to the office, saying he bought too much, and sometimes he would have Ivan personally deliver her lunch if he was too busy. He showed up for dinner.
But each time he used excuses like 'by the way,' 'too much,' to brush her off.
As if he thought she was easy to fool.
Lyra was not stupid, she knew it was him caring for her in his own way.
