"If she is going to be my wife, I might be laying more than a finger on her," Eric reminded Prisca, making her look at him in surprise at first, and then she giggled when she caught the message.
"Okay, that's fine. I'll move out once the deal is finalised," Prisca promised.
"She says you can't leave the building entirely, so I agreed you can move to the Boy's quarter. At least, we all get our privacy that way, I hope you don't mind?" Eric asked, in a more friendly tone now.
"Seeing how you asked so nicely, I don't. If you don't mind, I'd like to have your contact number," Prisca said and extended her phone to him.
Eric looked at her as though he was contemplating something before typing in his number.
Back To Present.
"So, here it is," Kimberly said as she returned to join him on the table with the documents.