It was a call from the private eye he hired.

“Liam didn’t fly to Seridian, Mr. Noah.”

His face grew cold, “Where did he go?”

The private eye hesitated a little before saying, “I can’t track him for the time being!”

“Keep at it!”

Then, he hung up the phone. Brushing his lean fingers across the phone, he realized that while his heart might’ve grown warm earlier, it turned cold once more.

After that, he treated Gwynn coldly. He never pestered her to have sex with him, unlike the nights they spent in Silvercrest. He’d come home late every night.

That didn’t bother her, though.

After all, she needed to make a lot of arrangements and get a lot of things done. Needless to say, Noah wasn’t a part of any of her plans.

…

A week later, Gwynn went shopping with Gladys. She told the old servant that she needed to buy some clothes for her little boy.

Gladys happily agreed to it. She wanted to go shopping too.

However, she was shocked to see that her mistress hadn’t only bought clot