"You can still get jealous now," Daniel said. "For old couples like us, a little jealousy has its own charm."
"Who are you calling an old couple? Mr. Wilson, please watch your words." Chantelle rolled her eyes helplessly.
Daniel let out a soft laugh. His deep voice was smooth and warm, like the sound of a cello. His tone was so charming that Chantelle could practically feel him standing beside her. Her cheeks flushed before she even realized it.
"My mistake. We're a young couple. My wife will always be eighteen in my heart."
"Mr. Wilson, are you having some kind of personality disorder lately?"
He had yelled at her in their last call because she messed up his plans. Then he even texted Stephanie saying he was planning to replace her. Yet now, he was acting clingy and sweet. If that wasn't a personality disorder, then what was it?
"Really? Then I must be losing my mind, because every one of my personalities misses you so much."
