When Sachin received Rosiley's call, he was talking to Lane.
Upon seeing the caller ID, his cold and tense expression instantly softened.
Lane raised his eyebrows. It must be Rosiley calling.
The president, like an iceberg, would only melt in front of his wife.
Sachin walked to the French window with his phone in hand and picked up the call.
"Sachin, are you going home?"
Rosiley's voice rang out.
Sachin pursed his lips, "Why? Miss me?"
"Yeah, I missed you. I want to have dinner with you.”
As Rosiley said this, she didn't know that Sachin’s eyes turned so gentle that affection overflowed because of her words.
He looked out of the window at the dark sky with soft eyes and said, “Okay, I'll be back in a moment."
"Then I'll be waiting for you."
As she finished, the call was hung up.
Sachin held his phone and smiled. Then, he turned around and said to Lane, who was still sitting on the sofa, "Get off work. Leave everything else tomorrow.’
Lane raised his eyebrows slightly.
Sachin walked over to turn off the computer, picked up the coat hanging on the back of the chair, and left the office right behind Lane.
Rosiley had just finished setting the utensils when she heard Sasha's voice coming from outside the dining hall.
"Young Master, you're finally back. Young madam has been waiting for you for a long time."
Hearing Sasha's words, Rosiley was speechless.