I watched as all the color drained from Phoebe's face, her lips trembling wildly. "But ... I only wanted you to be a little more obedient. I didn't … "
The phone rang again and I urged Phoebe to go home. At the same time, a doctor outside the door secretly gave me a thumb-up.
Back at the villa, Jose snapped irritably at Phoebe.
I took the crying baby from that man and gently patted his tiny back. He seemed to recognize my scent and gradually calmed down.
Jose instantly sensed something was wrong and gestured for me to return to the nursery. Without his permission, I couldn't leave that cramped room.
That night, suppressed, heavy breathing came from next door. "Phoebe, do you miss me? My body misses you so much … I want you so badly."
Phoebe seemed to be deliberately suppressing her ragged breaths, not wanting anyone to hear. Yet Jose panted rapidly, as if he wanted the whole world to know he was making love to her.
I quietly pushed open the window, letting the wind blow away the remaining sleeping pill powder.
At that very moment, my phone suddenly lit up. A new message popped up in the notification bar. [The ladder is ready. Come down quickly with the child.]