Philip Shaw pushed the woman beneath him aside and got up from the bed.
The pretty woman, with her clothes half removed and her face flushed, was in the midst of passion. Now she lay on the bed,
looking a bit bewildered at the man's retreating figure as he put on a bathrobe and left.
"Mr. Shaw..."
Zoe Taylor whispered his name with a feeling of grievance, not quite understanding why Philip Shaw had pushed her away while they were together.
The man walked to the counter and took out a pack of cigarettes. As he lowered his head to light one, he said indifferently, "Call Angela Summer to chat with you and send you back."
Zoe Taylor froze for a moment, then hurriedly sat up in bed, gathered her clothes, and asked cautiously, "Mr. Shaw, was it something I did wrong?"
Philip Shaw slowly inhaled a puff of smoke, the harsh scent overshadowing the strong perfume aroma in his nose. He glanced at Zoe Taylor sitting on the bed,
