Because I went to see Michael in the afternoon, some work was put off. And I had to finish all my work.
When I raised my head again, I found that the daytime had passed and that it was already in the evening.
Although I couldn't see the sun from the office, I could see the golden sunset glow in the sky.
I looked down and found that it was already past 7 p.m., which meant more than an hour had passed after the time for getting off work.
I clocked out and got off work.
I stood in the elevator, planning to have dinner at night, go home to take a bath, and then go to the hospital with a laptop to see Rosy. After that, I would continue to work on my design.
When the door of the elevator opened, I thought of a person.
Patrick Cowell.
He should have left, shouldn't he?
He surely had left.
I guessed that it was impossible for him to wait for me here for more than two hours.
I walked out with my bag in hand. As soon as I reached
