Keane Lowell glanced at the time and asked her, "Do you want to come over? I can send someone to pick you up."
Claire Prescott was strolling in the yard, speaking in a gentle tone, "I've already had dinner. Just keep me company and chat for a while."
"What do you want to talk about?"
Silence.
From the moment she picked up the phone, the surroundings were very quiet.
She chose a light topic and said, "Then tell me about your life abroad."
There was a moment of silence.
Keane Lowell spoke, "There's nothing besides work."
At that time, every day was filled with documents, various meetings. It was either at the company or at different social engagements and parties.
"Surely you have some time to relax. Where do you like to go on Sundays when you're off?"
"Nowhere." Keane quickly added, "Claire, I've specifically set aside Sundays just for you."
