This time, Adam was still acting as the driver, and Lumma was still sitting in the passenger seat. He didn’t say where they were going, but Lumma couldn’t help but ask, “Mr. Hills, are we going to deal with the aftermath of the bomb attack?”
“Hmm.” Adam nodded, focused on driving, taking Lumma through one street after another.
He drove attentively without speaking, and Lumma didn’t know what to say to him, so she turned her head and looked at the snowflakes falling outside the window.
It had been snowing for two or three hours, and it was heavy. The trees and roofs along the streets were covered with thick snow, making the city look like a castle from a fairy tale, incredibly dreamy.
“Do you like what you see?” Adam suddenly spoke, his voice was his usual voice, deep and intoxicating, like fine wine.
Lumma nodded gently, “I like it.”
She knew the nature of their relationship, but sometimes she still found herself captivated by his enchanting voice. She always wished her husband Lucas had a voice like that – it would be perfect if he had one.
Just then, Adam’s phone suddenly rang. His phone was connected to the car’s
Bluetooth, and Lumma could clearly hear what the other person said when he
answered the call, “Mr. Hills, we have taken care of things here. We will send you the handling report later. You and your assistant don’t need to make another trip.”
It was the voice of an unfamiliar man on the phone. Lumma couldn’t recall encountering any colleagues in Preivlille with that voice recently, but she had met so many colleagues that she didn’t pay attention to any potential issues.
“Got it.” Adam replied and hung up the phone, then looked at Lumma, “They have taken care of things over there. It seems we came here for nothing.”
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