After leaving the preparation lounge, Clara Sutton noticed Sebastian Astor's WeChat message from half an hour ago. She replied to it and walked to the elevator to wait quietly.
"Ding—"
As the elevator opened, Clara Sutton didn't even raise her head as she prepared to walk in. Taking two steps forward, a pair of shiny high-end leather shoes appeared before her eyes. Her motion of browsing the phone halted briefly, and as she looked up, her gaze collided with a familiar pair of deep ink-black eyes.
"Finished with work?" Sebastian Astor glanced at her, leaning against the elevator wall, deleting the freshly typed message on his phone with his finger.
"Yeah." Clara Sutton nodded, stepped into the elevator, and pressed the button for the negative first floor: "Why are you here?"
"I sent you a WeChat message, but you didn't reply."
"Looking for me?"
"Coming home for dinner together, does that count?"
Clara Sutton: "..."
