Sky could hear his own heart racing clearly.
He never expected Dray to call him on his own initiative.
The memory of that night when they parted ways was still fresh in his mind.
Dray's actions that night felt almost like punishment, as if he was taking out his anger on him.
In the end, he stormed out, slamming the door behind him.
He didn't understand why he seemed so angry that night.
It was as if he had committed some unforgivable sin that had provoked his rage.
Afterwards, his cold and disdainful gaze made him feel like Dray would never want him again.
But now, he was calling him on his own.
"Hello..."
Sky answered the phone, his voice trembling slightly with caution.
"Sky, clear your schedule for the weekend," came the low, icy voice of the man on the other end of the line, brooking no argument.
Sky was momentarily stunned.
He never expected Dray to issue a command as soon as he answered the phone.
"...Okay." He hesitated for a moment before nodding in agreement.
It was only after he hung up that he realized he had agreed without even asking what he wanted to do.
What was he doing, blindly obeying Dray's orders like this?!
Sky opened his mouth to speak. "But which day is the weekend? I might have to work overtime, so what do you need me to clear my schedule for?"
"Grandpa will be discharged from the hospital this weekend, and both you and I must be there.
I will have Dan notify you of the specific time. However, I must remind you that you are not allowed to be late or absent for any reason on that day," Dray's low and emotionless voice came through coldly.
It turned out that Uncle Xander was being discharged.
Somewhere in Sky's heart, an unknown pain suddenly struck.
He thought Dray's call meant that their cold war was over.
But it wasn't.
He only contacted him because Uncle Xander was being discharged and he had no choice.
He agreed obediently to do the job for the money.
"Okay, I'll be there on time. But...can I ask you for a favor?" Sky took a deep breath and spoke his mind.
He told himself that the reason he heard from Dray just now was not for reconciliation, but only for Uncle Xander. He felt a momentary disappointment in his heart.
It was all because he was afraid that it would be detrimental to his mother's condition.
If Dray could make up with him, he could take him to see his mother without any problems.
"Accompany you to meet your mother?"
On the other end of the phone, Dray's cold voice paused for a moment.
Then came a cold laughter.
"Sky, do you have any illusions about your identity? Between you and me, it's just a transaction that ends with money. I paid for you to play the role of Mr. Li
in front of my grandfather. You took my money to treat your mother, and that's it."
"The money I gave you is enough to pay for your labor. I have no obligation to go to your mother again and play that boring role-playing game with you. You are not qualified to claim that you are my husband."
After speaking, Dray hung up the phone coldly.
Leaving Sky alone with his phone, listening to the blind tone of "beep beep beep" from the receiver.
"Not qualified..."
Sky's ears echoed Dray's low and cold voice, and there was no expression on his face.
It may even be because his heart was already too numb from the pain, and he didn't even feel the pain anymore.
He should have known long ago that Dray would never cooperate with him request.
He wanted to slap himself twice, to make himself more sober.
How could he be so stupid, to even think of asking Dray for help and making such a foolish request in front of him.
Ha, ridiculous, too ridiculous.
Not to mention their current stiff and cold relationship, Dray would never agree.
Even when their relationship was at its best, Dray, as a capitalist, was not a kind-hearted person who would act for him for free.
Sky laughed at himself for being so naive.
He took a deep breath and got up from the bed, leaving his phone aside and heading to the bathroom to prepare for bed.
Only by getting a good night's sleep could he have the energy to work and make money, and only then could he think of a solution.
He even began to think about where to get a fake marriage certificate and find someone to cooperate with him in this play.
Perhaps, as a last resort, he could only turn to James for help and have him pretend to be his new husband...