Sheila sat down cautiously, keeping a bit of distance.
Killian glanced at her faintly for a moment: "Didn't I tell you not to call me 'Mr. Ford' at home?"
Facing her top boss, the word "husband" was really hard to say, "Then... should I call you Killian? You're older than me."
Killian leaned back on the sofa casually, a rare hint of amusement flashing in his eyes.
"Whatever you like."
She still couldn't bring herself to use such a presumptuous form of address.
"Where did you go tonight? Coming back so late?"
Sheila reported truthfully: "I went out to dinner with a friend, and then we did some shopping."
Killian glanced at the shopping bag she had placed on the coffee table.
"Remember to send a message if you won't be home for dinner or if you'll be late."
His tone was indifferent
