Quincy’s nonchalant response made James’ embarrassment even more pronounced.

“U-Um, could you get out of the bathroom first? I need to get dressed.”

“Okay,” Quincy replied while her eyes peered at the bathtub as if she was trying to check something.

After a glance, she turned and left the bathroom.

James sighed in relief.

Then, he got out of the bath and quickly got dressed.

After putting on his clothes, he walked out.

Quincy had already set the table for them.

When he sat next to her, she passed him a set of utensils.

James took them and started eating.

Halfway through the meal, James' phone rang.

He took it out and saw an unfamiliar number. After hesitating for a while, he denied the call.

“Who was it? Why didn’t you answer it?”

James simply put his phone back down and picked his utensils up again. “I didn’t recognize the number. It must have been one of those telemarketers.”

Shortly after turning down the call, his phone rang again.

It was the same number.

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