Of course, Morgan knew Harrison was married. It was precisely because he knew that he was so desperate.
“Harrison, what do you say? Just do me this favor, for old times' sake.”
Morgan smiled gently. Phrased like that, Harrison had little room to refuse unless he wanted to make an enemy of the Lawson family.
Harrison lifted his gaze coolly and was about to speak when his phone rang.
The moment he saw the caller ID, the man's features softened.
“Excuse me, I need to take this.”
The call was from Anastasia.
“Why aren’t you back yet? Are you working late today?”
“No, not working late. Something just came up unexpectedly. I’ll be home soon.” Harrison glanced at his watch. “Is everything okay at home?”
“Everything’s fine. I just miss you.”
An indulgent and tender expression unknowingly appeared on the man's stern face. He told her again, “I’ll be home soon.”
As he took the call, his expression was filled with a gentleness he never showed anyone else, as if he had transformed into a different person. Naomi stared, completely stunned.
When Harrison hung up, she asked, a knot tightening in her chest, “Harrison, who was that on the phone?”
Harrison glanced at her and said, “My wife.”
The moment he said it, the atmosphere suddenly turned icy.

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