"Is Charles not here?"
Kevin Clark took off his coat and sat down on the sofa.
"No, I slept all day," Daisy Zane said, "I told Juan not to come."
It seems she really was busy these past few days, not avoiding his video calls on purpose.
Knowing the reason, Kevin's heart lightened by more than half. The smile in his eyes became more relaxed, no longer tense.
It wasn't that she didn't want to see him, she was genuinely busy.
Daisy Zane sat on the sofa for a while, then went to her room to fetch something for Kevin.
A neat and delicate pearwood box with hand-carved bamboo on the lid. It looked newly made and freshly carved.
Kevin looked at the box, then at Daisy Zane.
Daisy Zane stood in front of him, backlit by the light. Her bare face, phoenix eyes, and drooping gaze were slightly lazy and cold.
But still breathtaking.
"For me?"
"Mhm," Daisy Zane said softly, "Happy birthday."
Kevin was taken aback, "You knew?"
