Ann felt a tall figure approaching while she was cooking. She thought it was Karl so she didn't turn around.
"Karl, pass me a plate."
Phillip looked at the ceramic plate placed on the glazed table beside him and handed it over.
As she took the plate, she caught a glimpse of a good-looking hand with long and slim fingers.
Obviously, it belonged to someone who lived a privileged life.
It wasn't Karl!
She looked up and saw Phillip's face, which reminded her of what had happened that night when she was drunk.
Thinking about that night, she became miff and her face turned reddish.
"Mr. Phillip, this is my home. Please leave!"
Phillip raised his eyebrows and said, "You asked me to come here. You sent me a message."
She frowned. She did send him the message, but he could have sent someo
