Archer Quinn drove her back, how could she have had dinner with Sharon Cheney?
Damian Sinclair listened to her lie, his heart felt as if it had been struck heavily with a hammer, a dull pain that left him speechless, unable to swallow it down.
Why did she deliberately lie? Could it be something between her and Archer Quinn...
Damian frowned, refusing to think further.
Bella Acker noticed the silence on the phone and tentatively asked, "What about you? Have you had dinner?"
"No," Damian massaged his temples, "The meeting went too late today, had a lot of emails to deal with, just finished and was about to take you out to eat."
"I... I already ate." Bella hesitated for a moment, it was already past midnight, had he really been busy all this time without eating? Could this be because he had been visiting the hospital so much lately that his workload piled up?
"Alright, I know," Damian's deep and cool voice revealed no emotion.
