Ultimately, Phoebe Faulkner put her phone away and refocused on her design drafts. 'A slow bird has to start flying early,' she thought. As the proverbial slow bird, she figured she'd better spend more time studying and looking at the work of senior designers.
Since she was home alone, Phoebe Faulkner didn't bother being picky for lunch. She simply boiled a bowl of noodles and made do with that.
She wasn't sure if Jace Lennox would be back that evening, but just in case, she went downstairs before five o'clock to start preparing dinner. By the time she had the meal ready, however, it was nearly six, and Jace Lennox still hadn't come home.
'Is he not coming back?'
Phoebe Faulkner took out her phone, found Jace Lennox's number, and wondered if she should give him a call.
Just as she was considering it, her phone rang.
It was a call from Kitty.
Phoebe Faulkner answered the call, pulling her gaze away from the front gate. "Hey, Kitty," she said, her voice lacking energy.
