The next day, 9 a.m.
After an early three-hour drawing session, Nora Scott, the diligent artist, left her study.
She rubbed her temples, filled a glass with water, and sat by the sofa.
Her phone, silenced on the coffee table, was almost out of battery due to an avalanche of messages and calls. During her brief glance, another call from Benjamin Durant came through.
"What's up?"
She picked up the phone and answered.
"Auntie, if you don't answer the phone, I'll be at your apartment soon." Benjamin sighed, feeling helpless.
Despite his charming and suave playboy demeanor, with Nora, he was just a worrywart, often nagging like a mother.
"What's the matter?"
"I'm bringing you breakfast. You definitely haven't eaten yet," Benjamin stated confidently.
"…"
Indeed, she hadn't eaten and was starting to feel hungry.
