The busy tone was all that remained on the phone, coldly echoing in his ear.
Landon Lockwood rubbed his temples and looked at Cora Lowell with a headache.
His brows were tightly knit, fingers pressing against his temples.
His gaze was complicated—helpless, self-mocking, and with a hint of annoyance... as if his plans had been disrupted.
"Do you want to go?"
He asked casually, his tone indifferent.
Yet his eyes were firmly locked on her.
This question, "Do you want to go," seemed like an inquiry but was actually a probe.
A probe into her attitude, her feelings, and whether the thin paper between them could be brought any closer.
Cora Lowell shrugged, nonchalantly saying, "Whatever."
But the subtly uplifted corner of her lips betrayed her inner joy.
She wasn't truly indifferent; she just hid her emotions very deep.
With a light remark, she subtly pushed the initiative back to him.
She knew he would understand and believed he would.
