Ethan Lockwood chose to remain silent. 'This is probably no ordinary porridge,' he thought. After so many years with him, he could guess most of what was going on from a single look or expression.
"Have the construction crew call her and tell her to go back," Alaric Davenport said, changing the subject.
Rosalind Lowell ladled out the porridge. "You..."
Just as she was speaking, her phone rang. "Young Mr. Morrison, could you hold this? I need to take a call."
She was about to stand up and step outside to take the call when Skylar Morrison stopped her.
"You can take it here. I don't mind."
Seeing the call was from the construction foreman, Rosalind Lowell didn't feel the need for privacy and answered it directly.
"What? Right now?"
Skylar Morrison watched her. After she hung up, he said gently, "Your business is more important. You should go."
Rosalind Lowell's eyelashes fluttered. She was used to her own affairs always coming last...
This time, she was a little moved.
