"Mr. Warner, I haven't washed up yet. Perhaps I should go washing up before I talk to you. I'm hanging up now if you don’t have other things to say." Joyce bristled.
"Don't hang up. Why?" Luther eyes are smiling, "I think you look great now. Your hair is fluffy and loose, and it makes you look very casual, and you sleepy eyes and puffed cheeks look cute."
Joyce, "..."
"Unfortunately, I can only see you through the screen. I want to pinch your cheeks so badly." He looked at the screen, stretched out two fingers and made a pinching motion.
Joyce, "..."
She frowned. Perhaps he would say it looked good no matter what a mess her face had been.
By this time, she was fully awake.
She noticed the background behind Luther... The familiar surroundings, the familiar furniture, the familiar furnishings.
To her surprise, was it ... Eden Apartment?!
"Where are you?" Joyce asked, subconsciously.
"Oh." Luther then looked around him, "My home. I got home barely before dawn and I contact you after I woke up."
"Oh, Mr. Warner, your home looks too small." Joyce frowned. His home? Indeed, she rented Eden Apartment four years ago, and after that Luther bought the apartment she was renting.
But why was he living there now?
He could have lived in the Warner residence, or in his super mansion downtown.
Why was he living in a tiny one-bedroom apartment?
"I prefer to live in a small apartment now." Luther cast a compassionate gaze at her through the screen, "Come on. Let me show you around."
Luther then held up his phone and switched the direction of the camera. He pointed his phone at the apartment and began introducing.
"Here's the kitchen, here's the bathroom, here's the living room, here's the sofa, the coffee table, and the cabinets..." As he stood up and walked around, she saw the bedroom from the screen.
"This is the room, where I usually sleep."
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