The ride to his flat in London was taking forever. Jules groans, kneading the flesh at the back of his neck.

He couldn't remember the last time he had been jet-lagged because he often had enough of rest before and during travelling.

However, what was going on between him and Janice had made him stay up late.

Also, it made him regret ever questioning her. She had not to bother walking him to the door like she usually does whenever he was going on a business trip.

It seemed as if she was glad and couldn't wait to get rid of him.

“We are here, sir.” The chauffeur mumbled, breaking...