Lianne was lost in thought when her phone suddenly rang. Just as she was hesitating whether to answer, Ethan Sinclair asked, "Young Master?"
Lianne braced herself and replied with feigned nonchalance, "It's Young. I changed his contact name for a game and just haven't switched it back."
She was calm and collected, her response seemingly flawless and logical, but it was precisely this "logic" that gave her away.
She would never normally over-explain such a trivial matter.
Ethan Sinclair studied her fair face, his fingers resting on the glazed ceramic teacup. His voice was as warm and deep as ever. "Why aren't you answering?"
