Joy Shaw spoke in a very low voice, only he could hear it.
Occasionally, the sound of work reports emanated from the laptop, creating a particularly intimate atmosphere in the study.
Marcus Knight looked at the person playing with fire in his arms. He grasped her hand, and in his deep-sea-like eyes, there was no longer the usual tranquility, but a wakefulness after slumber.
The person on the other end finished reporting and awaited Marcus Knight to speak.
The laptop was turned to the side, from their angle, one could only see the armrest of the chair, nothing else.
For two whole minutes, without receiving a response, the person on the other end dared not rush... wondering if something had gone wrong, facing this silence was terrifying.
Marcus Knight released Joy Shaw.
He concisely responded to the person on the other side, confirming the plan.
