"Here I come," Annabelle replied, and asked Jaime, "Is there anything else?"
Jaime quickly said, "Madam, when did you come back? The president wanted to drink the soup you cooked!"
"I'm not sure, maybe in the afternoon. I have something to do, so I'll hang up first."
In the ward.
Kendrick's face was gloomy like a stormy day.
Busy? Busy with making the bed and putting that kid to sleep?
Although Kendrick believed that Annabelle and Fabian were innocent, it was hard to say when a man and a woman were living together alone.
Jaime sighed and said to his boss, "Sir, don't mind me speaking out of turn, but if you're really worried, why don't you personally make a phone call and ask the madam to come back, or I can take you there to pick her up."
Is face really that important? Now my wife
