By the time they left the shopping mall, it was already 6 p.m.
William Griffith held numerous bags in his hands but still managed to free one hand to smoke. He walked to the left of her, with his tall figure maintaining a distance of no more than a meter between their shoulders. She glanced up at him and asked hesitantly, "Is it bad that we're sneaking away like this?"
"If we don't leave now, we won't have time for dinner." William exhaled a smoke ring and replied lightly.
Cherish Turner nodded in agreement, thinking it was a fair point. She hadn't expected him to be so well-liked by the middle-aged women, and could only attribute it to his undeniable charm.
The pair got in the car and immediately drove back to the apartment building.