"I..."
"I saved you. Forget that you're not grateful—you're actually 'getting back at' me... you really kicked hard."
Alice Robinson lowered her head, like a child who'd done something wrong.
Seeing her look like she was admitting fault, he eased his tone a little. "Claud Laurence called you many times yesterday. He seemed really anxious when he couldn't reach you. If you don't want him to worry, you should call him back as soon as you can."
"Mm... Claud... I'm fine... I went to a charity gala last night and didn't get back until very late. As soon as I came home I crashed and fell asleep, I didn't hear your calls. I'm sorry... yeah... I'll be in touch."
The way Alice softly murmured into the phone to Claud Laurence fell completely into Chester Robinson's line of sight.
She stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, hiding her real mood from Claud Laurence very well.
Chester watched her calmly, his eyes clouded with something indescribable.
