Meanwhile, Winston, driving away, parked the car in the underground garage.
But instead of getting out immediately, he took out his cell phone and dialed a number.
The man's lips, which had been pressed straight, finally curved into a smile.
Although the curve still appeared cold, the deep blue eyes were no longer as indifferent as before and were tinged with a barely noticeable warmth.
"Joan, are you up?" A low, magnetic voice asked, with a hint of affection amidst its coolness.
On the other end, Joan Wellington's playful, complaining voice came through, "What time is it now? Of course, I'm up... Winston, don't think I can't see you smirking just because I'm not there. I'm not a lazy pig who sleeps until now!"
It's just that on previous occasions, she stayed up late watching dramas, and coincidentally when Winston came back from missions in the early morning, he found her still awake and would just toss her onto the bed... Ahem... They made love several times.
