Richard's POV
The incessant ringing of my phone drags my attention away from the laptop in front of me. Lazily, I stretch a hand to grab the phone.
It is Daisy.
As my face breaks into a smile, pleasure spirals in my stomach.
I don't call her, even though I am always tempted to. This is one rule I have decided to follow no matter what until Arabel comes out clean about her real identity and Daisy's.
“Hey, princess," I mutter with a light chuckle.
“Hey, buddy.”
I laugh at that.
“Buddy? Where did you hear that from?” I ask with curiosity.
“From mom last night. She called Uncle Alex that, and when I asked her, she told me it meant friend. Since you are also my friend, I guess I am allowed to call you that, aren't I?”
My pulse hitched.
That guy is just her friend?
I don't know whether to be glad about this piece of information or not. Considering what happened two nights ago, I decided to keep my distance for a while until she is fully recovered and back to work. I haven't seen her in two
