"Ruth."
"That's a nice name, Jack and Ruth really match."
Roger replied dryly.
The dinner wasn't lavish, but the three of them had a warm time. After the meal, Roger took Little Jack to buy concert tickets.
Everything was simple and ordinary.
As night fell, Baytown quickly became tranquil, Roger didn't need to run blindly into the woods anymore, he sat by the window and dialed the phone.
Soon Uma's ingratiating voice came through the phone.
"My master, it's so cold around here, I really miss the warmth of your embrace."
Roger let out a cold laugh.
"Don't talk like that, as if you've ever had it."
"Do what you're supposed to do."
"As your maid, I think the thing I should do the most is..."
Click.
Roger hung up the phone without hesitation.
Uma's help was obvious to him, but Roger always felt this woman had been imprisoned too long...
Women who are pent up for too long are terrifying.
No, even more terrifying.
