In the quiet office.
After hesitating for a long time, Coralie finally tried calling Channing's number.
It went straight to voicemail.
Unable to reach him, she had her private investigators track his whereabouts.
Sure enough.
Channing had moved, and neither he nor Mrs. Covington could be located.
So annoying!
Coralie was feeling anxious. She should have just escorted him straight out of Caelus back then!
What if something actually happened to him?
——
Coralie drifted into a restless sleep.
Vaguely.
She felt something being draped over her and her eyes snapped open—
She had just had a nightmare about Channing being hunted down by enemies, covered in blood.
"Ms. Quill, it's me." Odom was crouching beside her, holding a blanket. "I brought in your lunch and saw you were asleep."
"I was afraid you'd catch a cold and wanted to cover you. I apologize for waking you."
"It's fine."
Coralie frowned, instinctively dodging 'Odom's' touch, her tone stern. "In the future, don't enter my office without permission."
"Understood."
Odom didn't get angry. He gestured to the exquisite lunch, speaking with the gentle tone of an elder. "Lunch is ready. It's all your favorite dishes."
Coralie took a glance and saw it really was catered exactly to her tastes.
It looked just like something Channing would prepare.
"Channing taught you how to cook, too?" Coralie tasted a meatball, her brows knitting slightly.
It was a bit salty.
If Channing had made it, a mistake like that would never happen.
"Mr. Irving taught me, but I'm still learning. The taste might be slightly off."
Odom stood to the side, speaking respectfully. "Please forgive me, Ms. Quill."
"Yeah."
Coralie picked up another dish, stir-fried yam.


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