Nell Harris's face turned red again. Ever since she met Dylan Young, she felt like her face was always flushed.
At first, even a touch of the hand made her unbelievably shy. Now, hearing him call her 'wife' so casually, she started to feel calm, and... accustomed to it.
Nell Harris thought, habits can truly be a frightening thing.
But now, this is a habit she was getting used to.
She whispered, "Really?"
Dylan Young nodded, "Really, this is the last one. When I come back, I'll get the director to step down and take over myself. From then on, others will do all the work."
Dylan Young wanted to reassure Nell Harris with his words. In truth, he no longer wanted to continue this line of work. In their profession, scarcely anyone had a good ending because they knew too much.
"Then... okay... Scarlett and I will wait for you to come back. When are you leaving?"
"Tomorrow."
Nell Harris was surprised, "So soon."
