Simon picked up the call pretty quickly this time.
He sat on the couch, his expression dark and unreadable.
The housekeeper approached with some disinfectant and cotton swabs.
"Mr. Johnson, maybe we should clean your wound first?"
Simon glanced at the bite mark on his arm left by Amelia. Blood was still oozing from it, staining his skin.
With a detached tone, he replied, "No need."
Let it stay.
The wound Amelia gave him? He would make sure to return the favor.
When Vivian answered the call, the first thing she heard was the housekeeper's remark.
She froze for a second, then a flicker of hope surfaced in her heart.
Was Simon injured? Was that why he couldn't show up?
"Simon, are you hurt? Is that why you didn't come? It's okay; I'll wait for you. We can do
