"I know."
His voice interrupted her introduction—cool, detached, but carrying a faint trace of laziness. Catherine found it a little odd. She hadn't told him her number, had she? But then she realized—he knew about Renata's situation and had stepped in to help. He must be well-informed about her circumstances; knowing her number didn't seem so strange after all.
He had always operated from a position of control, hadn't he? She had just never understood why he was willing to help.
Catherine explained the purpose of her call, and despite herself, she spoke formally.
"Earlier, we talked about designing a ring for you… I've just finished sketching a few designs. Could you give me your email so I can send them over?"
These were just rough sketches. She wanted his opinion first.
If he liked them, that would be fine. If not, she would revise—after all, this was a gift for him, and it had to suit his taste.
"So quickly?"
