Chapter 3

The flight landed, and Colton turned on his phone, ignoring the flood of notifications as he called Kylie first.

The call connected quickly, and a timid voice answered, "Hello?"

Colton's mood instantly lifted. "Have you eaten?"

"Yes, I have."

Through the phone, Colton could imagine Kylie nodding eagerly.

Jeff Hewitt, his assistant, opened the car door, and Colton got in, feeling quite satisfied with her response.

"Um, well..." Kylie's voice hesitated.

"What's wrong?" Colton was completely focused on listening to Kylie's voice, oblivious to Jeff's startled reaction to his gentle tone.

Jeff was wary of Colton's sudden tenderness. He always felt that Colton's gentleness carried a fatal allure.

Before answering the call, Kylie had been staring at Colton's number for a long time.

He had entered his number into her phone without her knowing, even labeling it "honey."

At this moment, she racked her brains, trying to think of a way to ask Colton why he continued to work as a male prostitute to entertain customers even after getting married, without hurting Colton's pride.

After much hesitation, she couldn't help but ask directly. "A male prostitute has to travel for work? Is it the kind of thing where exclusive clients place orders?"

Kylie regretted her words immediately, feeling like she was showing off knowledge she had merely Googled.

Colton paused for a few seconds. "I don't have exclusive clients. My business trip is for other business needs."

He considered whether he should clear up this misunderstanding, but chose to change the subject when he noticed Jeff's ears perk up. "I'll deal with it as soon as possible. I won't keep you waiting long."

Had it not been for this pre-scheduled business, Colton wouldn't have wanted to fly so far on the day he got his marriage license.

Kylie felt a weight in her heart.

Did he have other business needs? No wonder he could afford a luxury car like a Maybach.

He was working so hard! She actually met a true workaholic in this industry.

She couldn't quite put her emotions into words. Kylie only felt the air growing heavy.

She wanted to muster up the courage to ask him, "You're married, why are you still working as a male prostitute?"

But she feared he might flippantly reply, "If I don't, will you support me?" She couldn't afford that now.

If her parents found out she was supporting a male prostitute, she'd be in deep trouble.

Forget it.

Kylie intended to wait for the right time to ask if Colton would agree to a divorce.

They were an ill-fitting pair, like keeping a lion in a studio apartment.

With this thought, Kylie finally let out a sigh of relief.

Her wording became more cautious, "I'll let you get back to your work now, take care."

She hung up swiftly, not waiting for Colton's response.

Colton was stunned for a moment, looking at the phone that had been abruptly hung up, and a faint sense of loss slipped through his heart.

During the pause at the red light, Jeff forced a smile, trying to break the tense atmosphere that had been lingering in the car for a while. "Well, is she someone new? Her voice is quite pleasant."

Despite being Colton's assistant, Jeff was also one of the few childhood friends he had grown up with, often unable to resist the urge to indulge in gossip.

He knew that Colton was incredibly attractive to women, but Colton wasn't particularly interested in them. Jeff was just mentioning it casually to lighten the mood. He was even prepared for Colton to ignore him.

Unexpectedly, a voice mixed with barely restrained laughter came from the back seat. "She is my wife."

Jeff slammed on the brakes, then felt regretful for his inability to remain calm and instead instinctively slamming on the brakes.

He never expected that Colton, a workaholic who refused to get married, would fall in love!