"Jenny, I might have to make a trip to the East Coast?" In the San Francisco mansion, Dean was packing his things again.
"Didn't you just come back from there not long ago?" Jennifer Connelly lay on the sofa, glancing occasionally at the busy figure.
"Something unexpected happened." Dean, with a messy head, simply gave up struggling with the suitcase at his feet.
"Fanny! Fanny!…" He shouted towards the door, hands on his hips.
"Mr. Price?" The housekeeper Fanny hurried into the living room.
Dean pointed at the luggage at his feet, "Take care of them, I have a one o'clock flight."
After leaving these tedious matters to the housekeeper, Dean threw himself into the sofa, his mind in turmoil.
"Is it that bitch?" Jennifer Connelly's expression darkened; she was aware of the other woman's existence.
Dean always had a place to stay when he visited the East Coast.
His hurried appearance now left Jennifer feeling bitter, especially since Dean had just had an affair recently.
