Hot Spring Resort, City N.
"Ring—"
"Ring—"
The crisp chime of the phone rang persistently, as if refusing to give up.
Camilla's beautiful eyes fluttered open slightly as she fumbled for her phone and pressed it to her ear.
"Who is it—?"
Her voice carried the unmistakable drowsiness and muskiness of someone just waking up.
"It's me."
The man on the other end of the line paused briefly, double-checking the time before speaking again.
"Did I wake you?"
His tone was, as always, gentle and polite.
"Should I hang up and call back when you're awake?"
Taylor?!
"No need,"
The last traces of drowsiness vanished instantly from Camilla's eyes, her beautiful gaze sharpening with clarity.
"You're back?"
What she really wanted to ask was whether the poisonous master—the one with close ties to Taylor—had been brought back as well.
"Yeah, just arrived in the capital," Taylor replied, cutting straight to the heart of the matter, well aware of her unspoken question.
