He unlocked his phone. Still no messages.
Daphne used to respond instantly, even if he messaged her at 3 a.m.
Since when did she learn how to play hard-to-get and go full-on silent treatment?
"Mr. Zander?"
His assistant's voice pulled him back to reality. "The chairman flew back early. He's calling for an emergency board meeting."
Jonathan rubbed his temples. "Got it. I'm on my way."
The assistant waited, but Jonathan didn't hang up right away.
After a pause, he spoke in a low voice. "Go buy the latest Cartier necklace."
"Yes, sir. For Miss Stevens, right? I'll … "
"Wrap it nicely," Jonathan cut him off. "And put it in my wife's room. The sapphire one."
He remembered that it was my favorite color.
That man still believed I would soon return to admit my mistake.
At eleven o'clock at night, Jonathan pushed open the house door.
Under the dim light, a slender figure was curled up on the sofa.
"Daphne, I knew you couldn't hold out for long. See? You've obediently come back … "
His words stopped abruptly.
When he saw it was Wendy, his sarcastic words died in his throat.
Wendy didn't notice Jonathan's strange behavior. She said softly.