Every time I interacted with him, it was a polite thank you when I took the food he treated the crew to, without any other emotions.
"Mr. Joseph, thank you for the grilled skewers."
"Thank you for the espresso, Mr. Joseph."
"Mr. Joseph, the fruit today was delicious, thank you."
...
It was just a trivial acquaintance and an ordinary colleague relationship, but he was the only one willing to step forward and help me.
Inevitably, my heart was touched.
"Just call me Daniel. Don't address me so distantly."
"But doesn't everyone call you that?"I hadn't reacted for a moment to what was wrong with this title.
And besides, "They all call you Mr. Joseph, wouldn't it be inappropriate for me to call you by your name?"
He looked at me as if I was an idiot.
I instantly dared not say anything else, "Okay, Daniel."
I was awakened by Fiona’s serious calls.
My phone had been thrown on the bedside table, and it took me a while to find it with my eyes closed.
I answered with a hoarse voice, "Hello?"
She seemed very anxious on the other end, and asked me urgently, "Victoria, where are you now?"
I didn't understand, so I honestly replied, "I'm at home. You know after we separated, I went straight home."