"...I know."
I know...
Abigail Hemsworth slowly put down the note in her hand, stood up from the sofa, and walked towards the door.
"Where are you now?"
Travis Miller was silent for a moment, "Abigail Hemsworth, let's talk about anything in three days."
The door was not closed, and Abigail Hemsworth stopped at the entrance of the room.
"Why wait for three days?"
She waited quietly for a few seconds, but no response came. She hung up the phone and walked out.
She walked to the tall and solid figure facing away from the door.
Salma Lula closed the car's trunk, straightened up, and when she turned around, the natural smile on her face suddenly froze, her gaze fixed on Abigail Hemsworth.
Abigail Hemsworth pulled her lips, her voice with a hint of laughter, "Can't we talk now?"
Travis Miller's hand holding the phone paused in midair, he hesitated for a second, then slowly turned around.
