"Mr. Davis, I'm sorry for making you worry..." Sophie Smith shifted slightly inward to make room, allowing Nolan Davis to come in.
Nolan Davis was only relieved when he saw that she was okay.
He sat down on the sofa, crossed his long legs, and glanced at her as if exploring something.
"Have you been crying?"
Noticing her red eyes, Nolan Davis couldn't help but frown.
"Um, aren't you going to work today?" She attempted to change the subject, but this shift only made her more embarrassed. It was obvious that he had come to see her, putting aside his work, yet she was asking him, 'Aren't you going to work today?'—it was just bringing trouble upon herself.
As expected, Nolan Davis didn't say anything.
The two of them remained silent. After a while, Nolan Davis glanced at his watch; it was lunchtime. Her kitchen was clean and tidy, without any ingredients.
"Let's go, I'll take you to eat." He stood up, and just as he was about to move, he heard Sophie Smith's muffled voice.
