Emma arrived at the villa right on time, and Phillip was already waiting for her in the study.
"Phillip, good evening." Emma ruffled his hair with a smile. "Did you finish your homework?"
"It was easy. I finished it ages ago," Phillip grumbled, swatting her hand away. He shot Emma a sideways glance, trying to sound casual. "Dad came home really late last night. Were you with him the whole time?"
"Uh, yeah, we were dealing with some work," Emma admitted, feeling a bit awkward. She paused, then decided to be honest. "And, uh… we had dinner together afterward. Sorry, were you waiting up for him?"
"No. I went to bed way before that." Phillip turned his head, pretending not to care, but his tightly pressed lips gave away his irritation. He muttered under his breath, "Not like it matters." H
