Zachary Redgrave, that punk, replied almost instantly. "Send me the time and address. Need yours truly to come pick you up?"
"No need. It's at that outdoor eatery near my apartment. I can just walk over."
After sending the message, Laura Lowell squeezed some facial cleanser into her hand and gently lathered it on her face, her delicate features soon covered in white foam.
After washing up and while sitting at her vanity applying skincare, Hannah Hale finally sent a voice message in reply. "An outdoor eatery? Does your Dr. Shaw know?"
Laura patted the toner onto her skin, then speechlessly picked up her phone and held down the voice message button. "If he finds out, we might as well not go at all."
For the past two months, Aiden Shaw had confiscated all of Laura's instant noodles and snacks, forbidding her from eating any unsanitary junk food.
