Adam Ross uttered an 'ah', but didn't rise from his seat. He just leisurely watched his movements.
After thinking for a few seconds, the latter clumsily started, "Charlotte, it's still early. How about…"
Before he could finish, there was an immediate busy signal from the receiver.
The call was hung up on.
There was a deadly silence in the air.
The drink Adam Ross had just sipped nearly sprayed out of his mouth before he could swallow. Holding his forehead, he burst out laughing, his entire body shaking with laughter.
Justin Battleson's face turned completely green, oddly resembling a color palette.
He put down the phone, gave Adam Ross a deadly glance and muttered something under his breath before he strode out.
The room was quiet, and only Adam Ross's suppressed laughter could be heard.
After a while, the man tilted his head back and took a swig of his drink, his laughter ceased, revealing the loneliness in his eyes.
…
The following morning.
In the hospital.