Hearing her relaxed tone, Kris Cooper secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Seeing her so happy, she probably didn't say anything out of line.
"You go to work, and I'll have breakfast."
"If it gets cold, remember to heat it up for my husband. Otherwise, if my husband's stomach feels uncomfortable, I'll hold you responsible!"
"Alright."
Smiling, he ended the call and rubbed his face.
He really got carried away; he drank way too much last night. Fortunately, he didn't say anything inappropriate.
He must be careful in the future; otherwise, if he accidentally mentions something from six years ago, it'll be troublesome if she starts asking questions.
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In the blink of an eye, three days passed, and it was already Friday afternoon.
Inside the office, Vera Wave was holding her second meeting with her team members.
