88. Resign From Work

"Do you want me to lock you up at home?" The deep voice with a baritone tone made Calista sigh in resignation.

"Okay. Where do you want to eat?" Calista answered slowly while turning her body back.

"Just follow me." Darren took his wife's hand and held it to the car. All the boutique employees watched with envy because their boss's son, who looked so perfect and had been eyeing for a long time, had gotten married without news.

"Where are we going? I still have guests from EO. It doesn't feel good to be left behind for a long time." Calista replied.

"Let them wait because they are already paid," Darren said casually as he turned the wheel. This afternoon Darren asked the driver to rest and let him drive the car himself.

"Okay, Mr. President Director, it's up to you where you want to take me. But please, today I want to eat grilled rib soup. May I?" Calista cupped her palms and put on a pitiful face. Darren, who saw it, smiled and shook his head.