Hearing the sweet cadence of Erica's voice slicing through the receiver made Evelyn Sin's heart feel intensely uncomfortable, her eyes instantly burning a painful red.
At such a late hour, they were still together in his private space. Had they officially moved in with each other? If she allowed them to continue drifting down this trajectory without intervention, would she truly be forced into the role of a pathetic mistress, permanently becoming the redundant one in his life?
She didn't speak another word, yet she felt no rush to sever the connection either. Through the line, the only sound vibrating between them was the subtle rhythm of each other's slight breathing. Evelyn gripped the edge of the balcony chair tightly with her right hand, taking a deep, stabilizing breath before finally breaking the silence.
"Mr. Thorn, I want to ask you for a favor regarding tomorrow."
