Jett forced out a cough at this moment, drowning out the last part of the sentence.
Folding his arms across his chest, he threw a brief glance Kelsie's way.
"Ms. Sutton, your husband is quite a talkative."
Kelsie sighed tiredly at the mention of 'husband' again.
"Husband? Why are you bringing this up again, Mr. Adler?"
Jett clenched his jaw tightly, the urge to confirm if the man sitting beside her was really her husband surfacing.
But the next second, he shook the thought to the back of his mind.
Why ask again when he already knew the answer?
He clearly heard the little girl inside the apartment on floor 49 call Callum 'daddy' yesterday.
Irritated that he was bothered by something like this, he gritted his teeth silently and got on his feet.
"I have work to complete at the office."
Without waiting another second, he began strutting towards the exit.
