Tessa Caldwell quietly ate, and after a few minutes, she put down her chopsticks and said, "Am I being kept again?"
Suddenly blurting out such a sentence, and so quickly, too.
This slightly surprised Faye.
He raised his eyes to look at her and curved his lips.
Tessa Caldwell felt a headache coming on, rubbed her temples, and then sighed: "Yesterday, when you came to pick me up after work, didn't my colleagues see us? You were clearly sitting in the back, yet they said a middle-aged man was sitting there. I'm being kept by this middle-aged man. I'm speechless. Why is it that when a young girl sits in a luxury car and wears name brands, she must be a kept woman?"
"There must be some misunderstanding."
That was the only explanation Faye could think of; his understanding of women was limited to Tessa Caldwell.
Tessa Caldwell pursed her lips: "Someone is deliberately misleading them. Remember during my internship, I told you about a senior who stole my article?"
Faye nodded.
