After dinner and waiting for a while longer, it was already past nine. Xia Lu's initial courage seemed like a punch hitting cotton, having dissipated inexplicably without any effect, and Zhou Mingchen still hadn't returned.
"It's so late, and he's still not back..." She stared at her phone, muttering softly.
Aunt Zhang came out with washed fruits, saw her constantly checking her phone, and said, "Madam, if you're worried, why not call him and ask what's holding him up? Sir used to always inform us if he wasn't coming for dinner. Today he must be caught up with something urgent and forgot."
Xia Lu hesitated. If Zhou Mingchen really was working as Aunt Zhang said, calling him would only be bothersome, making her seem overly concerned, and might irritate him. She decided to put the phone down again. He's a grown man, after all; he won't go missing. He'll return when he should.
Thinking this, she simply sat up, ate a few strawberries, and went upstairs for a bath.
