Since the driver informed her beforehand when Steven's car arrived at the Millers, Kate was already dressed up. She even put on makeup, lying by the balcony of her bedroom, looking at the Pursche parked below.
Her Steven. Her Steven came to look for him. Even when he almost crashed into a drunk woman, he was afraid that she would misunderstand him and deliberately send the woman to her.
How could she not love him?
She loved him! She loved everything about him!
At that moment, Kate's phone rang. It was from Steven.
"It's early. I hope I didn’t disturb you," muttered Steven into the call, his tone apologetic. "I just headed out and almost ran over someone. Since she's drunk, I couldn't get a name or where she stayed. It’s inappropriate for me as a man to bring her home, so I brought her over to you. Are you free?"
Hearing Steven's low voice, Kate excitedly grabbed the phone with trembling hands." It’s just nice that I'm already up. Where are you right now?"
"In front of your house." Steven smiled. " Can you come down to pick her up?"
Kate could not help but purse her lips at what he said. "What about you? You're already here. Aren’t you going to have breakfast with me before leaving?"
Steven looked at the time. He only left early that morning to the office because he had a meeting at eight o'clock.
He had been unconscious for too long, so he did not understand much about the group and the meeting agenda. He left early because he wanted to do some last-minute revisions before the meeting.
Although he was in a rush, a meal would not take too long. It would not delay him too much.
Moreover, Kate took the initiative to invite him. How could he refuse her?
At that thought, he gently chuckled and said, "That sounds good too. Otherwise, I'd have to eat at the office."
"Well, come in, then. " Kate bit her lip excitedly. "I'll make you breakfast. It'll be quick!”
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