He smiled stiffly, "I just want to get the keys on the table."
Vincent Summers said as he took out the keys from his pocket and shook them, "Ian, look, I've already found them. Let's head to the company now."
Ian Rowe responded with a nod but didn't leave immediately. He walked over to Maya Monroe and instructed, "Work is quite busy today, I might be back late. Don't wait for me for dinner, and don't skip meals. Monica always follows the nutritional menu, so make sure not to be picky..."
One caution after another was slowly spoken, akin to a meticulous and comprehensive reminder to a child.
This was Ian Rowe's routine before heading out, and Maya Monroe had long grown accustomed to it, simply nodding.
"Is there any gift you want? I'll bring it for you when I return."
He reached out and plucked a strawberry leaf from her hair, looking up with a smile, "How were you so careless?"
