Under Samuel Noah Jackson's gaze, he instantly got the message and handed the cellphone to Michelle Campbell.
Michelle was somewhat surprised by their unspoken understanding through eye contact.
Instead of calling her house directly, she called one of her close friends, asking her to help her call her home and say that she would spend the night at her house tonight.
After the phone call, Michelle returned the cellphone to the man named Dylan Lewis, and couldn't help but take a few more glances at him.
Dylan was tall and burly, with a somewhat ordinary appearance, but he had a rugged temperament about him.
It was the non-verbal communication between him and Samuel just now that confirmed Michelle's suspicions about their relationship when they were at the Civil Affairs Bureau!
"Miss Song, is there anything else you need?" The man addressed as Dylan by Samuel, seeing Michelle looking at him with a strange expression, asked doubtfully.
Michelle hurriedly shook her head, "No!" But she couldn't help but wonder if Dylan was jealous of her becoming Samuel's wife today since he treated her so indifferently.
With that thought in mind, Michelle couldn't help but let out a small chuckle.
She had uncovered such a huge, earth-shattering secret!
Seeing her laugh, Samuel, who was reviewing documents at his desk, couldn't help but glance at her.
Damn it! He wanted to blow up those newspapers and magazines that falsely claimed him to be homosexual in their news articles!
...
Soon, several dishes were placed on the dining table.
However, none of these were to Michelle's liking.
Every dish was high-end, with careful presentation, as if they were in a grand hotel.
But... she still preferred her mother's home-cooked dishes.
Moreover, since it was just her and Samuel in the entire restaurant, she felt it was too quiet.
The restaurant was silent, and Samuel ate elegantly, barely making a sound while he enjoyed his meal and sipped red wine.
Although Michelle had no appetite, she was hungry after a long day, so she reluctantly ate some food.
...
"Are you full?" Samuel put down his chopsticks and looked down at Michelle, who had already stopped eating.
Michelle nodded.
"Let's go to the bedroom." He stood up and commanded her.
Michelle nodded, thinking he was taking her to her bedroom, but she didn't expect to return to the same room as yesterday.
"Are we sleeping in the same room?" She asked him in surprise.
"We are husband and wife." He suddenly approached her and said softly.
With his voice... a faint scent of wine from his lips drifted to the tip of her nose. Perhaps it was the intoxicating scent that made her heart tremble for a moment.
Michelle suddenly had nothing to say...
He suddenly turned and left the bedroom, leaving Michelle alone.
She began to curiously look around his bedroom.
The bedroom was simple, but the details were full of luxury.
Exquisite flower vases, murals, palace-style wall lamps, handcrafted carpets... In her eyes, all these things turned into bundles of dollars.
As she was busy observing Samuel's bedroom, the previously quiet room was suddenly filled with two knocks on the door.
The sudden sound startled Michelle.