Chapter 117

Emily Smith sent the voice message and waited briefly for a reply before drifting into a deep sleep.

Morning sunlight filtered through the gaps in the curtains.

She reached for her phone on the bedside table.

The screen lit up, revealing a message from 2 AM: "Where do you miss me?"

Three simple words made her fingers tremble slightly.

Unwanted images flooded her mind, heating the tips of her ears.

"In my heart... and everywhere else."

She pressed the voice button, her tone softer than usual. Since becoming a voice actress, she knew exactly how lethal her voice could be to men.

It must be late night in Switzerland.

She didn’t expect an immediate response.

Ding—

Her phone vibrated suddenly.

"Then wait obediently for me to return."

The simple text curled her lips upward. She even put her slippers on the wrong feet.

In the kitchen, eggs sizzled in the pan.

Ding-dong—

The doorbell rang abruptly.

Drying her hands, she peered through the peephole—and froze.

Alexander Johnson stood outside, dressed casually yet exuding effortless elegance.

"Good morning, Mr. Johnson." She opened the door just a crack. "William is away on business."

"That brat didn’t even tell me." Alexander chuckled, stepping inside. His polished shoes left marks on the pristine floor. "Did he mention when he’d be back?"

"No." She retreated half a step.

Alexander scanned the room before his gaze settled on her flushed earlobes. "Seems my brother doesn’t value you much."

The dim glow of a Swiss sanatorium cast shadows across the bed.

William Johnson stared at the frail figure lying there, his thumb tracing the edge of his phone.

The screen suddenly brightened.

Security footage showed Alexander standing outside the apartment door.

William’s eyes turned icy.

When Alexander barged into the living room, a faint click sounded from the phone in his grip.

Some lines should never be crossed.