Angel must have said something on the phone that made Brett react coldly. "I wish you happiness."
At this moment, these four words seemed more like mockery. What happiness could Angel have marrying a man she didn't love? This was just a marriage of convenience.
There was no more sound from inside, so Erin raised her hand and knocked on the door. Brett's magnetic voice held a trace of exhaustion. "Come in."
She pushed the door open, pretending to have heard nothing, and asked as usual, "How are you feeling today? Any discomfort?"
He lit a cigarette. "No."
Erin hesitated for a moment, but still reminded him, "Smoke less. It's bad for your health, especially now that you haven't fully recovered. Why don't you take this opportunity to quit?"
With a tired expression, Brett extinguished th
