“Busy to the point that you didn’t even have time to send a message?” Callahan huffed lightly, his tone laced with dissatisfaction. “If I didn’t know better, I’d think you’d been abducted by some wild man in Garrison City.”
After all, during their previous calls, he had often heard that man, Abel, speaking in the background. However, Callahan wasn’t actually distrustful; this was just the kind of banter couples engaged in.
Leilani glanced at him. Callahan’s dissatisfaction was only surface deep; he didn’t look angry at all. “Boring.”
Her speechless expression struck Callahan as inexplicably cute. He chuckled, wrapping an arm around her shoulder naturally. “Let’s go. Let’s go home.”
***
In the car, Callahan drove with one hand, his other elbow resting on the window ledge, fingers tapping as he chatted with Leilani. “How was the trip to Garrison City? Did everything go smoothly?”
Leilani leaned back in the passenger seat, closing her eyes to rest. With Callahan beside her, she finally let down her guard. Hearing his question, she thought about her time in Garrison City. Was it smooth? Or not? It was hard to say.
On one hand, she had gone for Paulina’s pendant, and Payton had indeed told her the truth about it. On the other hand, regarding the poison, she had only traced it to the source. Actually creating an antidote for Payton was still a long way off. In the end, she summed it up in two words: “It was okay.”
These words seemed to flip some strange switch in Callahan. Following his initial question, he launched a barrage of follow-ups.
“Did the treatment go well?”
“Mm.”
“Did you eat on time?”
“Mm.”
Leilani paused, realizing she hadn’t mentioned her plan to go to Myanor yet. Since they started dating, they hadn’t spent a continuous month together. Either he was on a business trip, or she was. This time, she estimated she would only be in town for a little over a week. After that, she had to plan her expedition to those mysterious coordinates.
Hesitating for a moment, she looked at Callahan and told him her future plans. “I might only be here for about a week. After that, I have to go on another trip.”
Callahan frowned. “Leaving again so soon?”
And only back in this City for a week? What could be done in a week? Given both their workloads, they wouldn’t even be able to go on more than a few dates.
“Yeah, there’s a very important project I need to follow up on. I only decided on it yesterday.”
“With so many projects, why do I feel like you’re busier than me, and I run a public company?” Callahan’s tone was disgruntled, and the look he gave Leilani carried a hint of resentment.

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