Andrew Foster looked at his obedient appearance, and his heart trembled again. His Adam’s apple bobbed a few times as he nervously took out his phone. “Can you save my number? If anything comes up, you can call me.”

Eric Bennett’s eyes clearly showed a trace of confusion. To him, Andrew Foster was just a stranger, but for a stranger to act like this toward him was quite intriguing.

Eric Bennett paused and said, “I don’t have a phone.”

Next to them, Henry Clark burst out laughing. In his view, this was basically a roundabout way of rejecting him—who doesn’t have a phone these days?

Andrew Foster glared at Henry Clark, quickly put away his phone, and turned to the hotel manager. “Please bring me some paper and a pen, thank you.”

The manager responded immediately, and soon brought Andrew Foster paper and a pen.

Andrew Foster quickly wrote down his phone number and handed it to Eric Bennett, his eyes flickering slightly. “This is my number. No matter when you call, I’ll always answer.”

Under everyone’s gaze, Eric Bennett paused for a moment, then reached out and took the piece of paper.

Andrew Foster let out a sigh of relief, his expression changing as he glared at the two followers and threatened in a stern voice, “You two better behave yourselves. If I find out you’re bullying him, I’ll make sure you can’t get by in A City!”

Henry Clark kept laughing on the side. Andrew Foster was so embarrassed by his laughter that he couldn’t keep a straight face. He lifted his foot and stepped on Henry Clark, who yelped, “Andrew Foster, you bastard! These shoes are a global limited edition! Only twenty pairs in the world! You just ruined them with one step!”

Andrew Foster turned and said, “Let’s go!”

Henry Clark angrily kicked the back of his knee. Andrew Foster stopped, turned his head to Eric Bennett and said, “Call me if you need anything. If not… if not, then don’t call. I’m very busy.”

Eric Bennett nodded.

Andrew Foster’s gaze swept over his fair and handsome face, his heart feeling bubbly and light, a little ticklish. He coughed, turned his head, and quickly said, “Goodbye.”

He almost fled in a panic, running to the luxury car, opening the door, and getting in.

The two boys next to Eric Bennett whispered to each other, “Can you tell what kind of car that is?”

“There’s a logo on the front. Just look it up and you’ll know.”

As he spoke, he really took out his phone to check. “Damn, it’s a Lamborghini! Let me see how much this model costs—over nine million?!”

“No way… over nine million for a car?”

“This model only has five units worldwide, it’s a limited edition…”

The two boys fell silent, both looking at Eric Bennett, their tone becoming cautious again. “Brother Xie, you’re really impressive, actually knowing someone that rich!”

Eric Bennett watched the car drive away without saying a word.

One of the boys scratched his face and whispered, “We’re just following Brother Fu’s orders. We don’t really have anything against you. If Brother Fu tries anything in the future, we can let you know.”

The other boy nodded vigorously, raising his hand to swear, “I’m completely loyal to Brother Xie now!”

Eric Bennett didn’t react to this. He crumpled the piece of paper with Andrew Foster’s number and stuffed it into his school uniform pocket.

Meanwhile, Andrew Foster sat in the car, still reluctantly clinging to the window to look at Eric Bennett.

He saw Eric Bennett put his phone number into his pocket, and couldn’t help but smile.

Henry Clark sat down next to him, looked at his expression, and asked, “Do you really know him?”

Andrew Foster replied impatiently, “Yes.”

Henry Clark studied his face and said, “You’re blushing—hey, something’s up with you.”

Andrew Foster withdrew his gaze from Eric Bennett, a little annoyed. “What’s up with me?”

Henry Clark shook his head. “Something’s definitely up with you.”

Andrew Foster sat up straight. “Don’t overthink it. I just can’t stand seeing him get bullied, that’s all.”

He was also saying this to himself. Even if he didn’t want to have that kind of connection with Eric Bennett anymore, Eric Bennett had at least been his wife. He had to look out for him a bit—how could his wife be bullied by outsiders?

Henry Clark fastened his seatbelt and leaned back. “I’m not overthinking. I’m going to catch up on sleep, don’t bother me.”

Andrew Foster responded absentmindedly, his thoughts drifting. Would Eric Bennett call him? When would he call? What kind of tone should he use when answering?

When the time came, he should be a bit colder to Eric Bennett. If he was too gentle, what if Eric Bennett got moved, fell for him, and wanted to marry him?

Andrew Foster considered himself quite charming. If he accidentally captured Eric Bennett’s youthful heart, that would be troublesome.

So he decided to treat Eric Bennett more casually, more coldly. However, in the days that followed, Eric Bennett never called him.

Andrew Foster, who kept staring at his phone in a daze from time to time: “…”

Why isn’t he calling???

*

Eric Bennett naturally didn’t take what Andrew Foster said too seriously. He didn’t even know which book he’d tucked the note with Andrew Foster’s number into—it had disappeared without a trace.