In a high-end hotel in Jamae City, Ethan Locke patted the model's head and answered the phone, sounding impatient as he asked, "Hello, what do you want?"
"Honey, I miss you."
Even though Cindy Harrison knew how Ethan Locke felt, she still pretended to be naive, and her coquettish voice involuntarily made Ethan think of some enchanting scenes.
His tone softened slightly, and he laughed, "Miss me? Where do you miss me?"
"Oh, you're bad."
Cindy's voice carried a touch of shyness. She giggled and then said, "I called because I have something to ask you."
"What is it?"
"I saw that man."
Ethan smiled and glanced at the female model below him, asking casually, "Who did you see again?"
Cindy said, "I saw Greg Jensen."
"Who did you say?"
Ethan pushed the model away and his expression darkened slightly as a surge of jealousy rose in his heart.
"Greg Jensen..."
Cindy heard the silence on the phone and couldn't help but giggle, asking playfully, "Are you jealous?"
"Heh."
