CHAPTER 32

Declan had just emerged from his office's private room after taking a bath when he noticed Phoebe holding his cellphone.

The woman's face was shadowed by the fact that it was constantly typing on its keyboard.

"...Phoebe..." said the young man, referring to the woman who sat in the mahogany chair across from his desk.

"Declan, oh!" Phoebe smiled, but then returned its gaze to his body.

Declan asks, "Give me your phone, who are you texting?" Phoebe has now been approached without handing over her cellphone.

Declan reached for the girl's hand, but it drew away from the right hand he was holding with her.

"I need my phone right now, Phoebe!"

"But why are you mad?" she asked, her grin widening in front of him.

"Give me my morning kiss, sweetie; you used to give me a torrid one first thing in the morning when we were together."

"That was before," you say, and you cheated on me, so you never mentioned anything about us back then.

Declan's thoughts were interrupted when Phoebe suddenly touch