Kendrick held his phone, thinking about calling Anna.
He dialed her number but didn’t press call in the end.
Instead, he went to the third-floor master suite, standing by the window, gazing at the pathway winding through the villa complex.
If Anna had taken the car, that meant she planned to come back.
With her personality, if she truly wanted to leave him for that rich young master, she wouldn’t have taken anything that belonged to him.
At most, she would have taken the cat.
The cat was still here. The car was gone.
That meant—she was coming back.
Kendrick anxiously waited, running through different ways to greet her in his head.
Should he ask: Anna, do you still remember me?
No… too pathetic.
Maybe scold her instead: You left for so long without a single call. Why are you even
