The bedroom was empty.
Just as Liesel was about to leave, she noticed a light on in the study room at the side of the bedroom.
Her steps turned, and she entered the study.
Joel sat at the desk, dressed in a crisp white shirt, with silver-rimmed glasses perched on his nose.
His long fingers were deftly typing away on a laptop.
Sensing her presence, he looked up. “Something wrong?”
Liesel instinctively closed the door behind her. “Why… haven’t you left yet?”
“I had some urgent work come up, so I’m handling it here,” Joel said in a casual tone.
Liesel approached and noticed he was using a laptop, not the desktop computer.
“When did you bring your laptop in?”
“My assistant delivered it.”
Their conversation felt strangely domestic, like they were a couple casually chatting in their h
