Before Celia could speak again, the man lightly raised his eyebrows, "What?"

The sound was slightly upturned, like a question and more like a compulsion.

Celia stood on tiptoe and kissed his cheek, "Wait a minute."

Dominic's gaze was milder, looking at the woman lowering her head. Murderous intent swept across his eyes while looking at the phone.

In the next second, Celia directly rejected the caller, raised her eyes gently to look at him, saw the man's gloomy aura ...