Kendrick felt a pang of jealousy. In her eyes, Ryan really seemed perfect.
She even remembered the tiny mole on his left earlobe, as small as a grain of rice. Her attention to detail was almost too much.
Despite his sour mood, Kendrick didn't barge into the room. After all, she hadn’t done anything wrong.
He just couldn’t shake the regret — when she needed someone the most, it was Ryan by her side, not him.
After dinner, Annabelle was relaxing on the bench outside when her phone suddenly rang. The number was unfamiliar, but it was from China.
She picked up the call.
A familiar voice came through. “Anna, it’s me.”
“Young Master?”
Hearing that long-missed voice, a wave of joy washed over her.
She glanced at Kendrick, who was working in the living room. Not wanting him to overhear th
