She grabbed her handbag from the bedroom and asked, “I’m heading to work now. When do you have to start your work?”

Her question momentarily caught Cristofer off guard. He had been accustomed to working around the clock, often losing track of his regular work hours.

“Uh... around half-past nine,” he replied, sounding somewhat hesitant.

“Okay, there’s still some time,” Estelle replied as she hurried to the door, slipping into a pair of black high-heeled shoes. “Please take care ...