Next One Is a Babe
Chapter 836

William answered with a gruff voice, "I'm staying back for overtime work. Just a little busy recently."

Old Mrs. Constance responded by letting out a sigh. "What's going on now? Why am I now back to being alone at home again? With John, Sophia and you away, I don't even have anyone I can talk to during dinner."

William forced a smile and replied, "Well, we never talked during our meals anyway."

"Do you seriously think that way? Times are different now than before," Old Mrs. Constance retorted.

William opened his mouth, ready to speak his mind, but he soon decided to swallow his words. What do you mean different? How different has it become?

Meanwhile, Old Mrs. Constance only complained in a helpless manner and proceeded to remind her son to take his meals regularly amidst his busy schedule.

In response, William responded with an affirmative grunt before shifting his eyes to the food that had gone cold on the desk. At the sight of that, his gaze instantly darkened. Upon hanging up the call, he leaned back in his chair and let out a heavy sigh. Well, I've already got myself dinner, but I'm just not in the mood to eat right now. Then, he reached for his phone and browsed through his social media news feed, only to see John's post. Since his son rarely posted anything on his social media, William decided to take a closer look at the picture, in which John and his friends were seen enjoying a buffet.

As William noticed the smiling faces of Sophia and Matilda, he was soon reminded of the man he saw earlier that afternoon. What's his name again? Uh... Oh, yeah. Richard. What a common name! I guess that's why I can't remember it.

After looking at the picture for a while longer, William's mood was entirely ruined as he could no longer concentrate on skimming through his documents. In fact, he had been thinking about giving John a call and pretending to ask what he was doing. However, his rational mind stopped him from doing that since he knew he had to stay behind and finish going through the papers.

As he kept dwelling on the matter, the man couldn't help but feel more frustrated and helpless. Soon, he laid his phone down and closed the file on his desk. Fine! Fine! I guess I'm done with reading all these papers. How can I, with my current mood?

A few moments later, the phone on his desk buzzed and he quickly grabbed it, only to be disappointed when he looked at the screen.

It turned out that it was a call from Yolanda, which he was unwilling to answer at first, but since he didn't have anything else better to do at that moment, he hesitantly picked up the call. Judging from the noises in the background, William could tell that she was probably watching television at home as he could hear someone talking in the background.

When the call connected, she asked what William was doing, to which he answered, "I'm doing overtime work now."

Yolanda paused and asked, "Are you still in the office now? Have you had your dinner?"

William then shifted his eyes to the untouched food on his desk, but he went on and answered with a 'yes'.

Yolanda replied, "I see. Maybe you should save your work for tomorrow if it's not too urgent. After all, you don't want to stress yourself out."

Of course, it's not urgent, but I can't think of anything else better to do when I get back to my empty home, and that'll only annoy me even more. That is why I'm here, trying to distract myself while wisely making use of my time. Despite his thoughts, William only gave a brief reply to signify his acknowledgement. Then, he asked Yolanda whether there was anything she needed.

While Yolanda initially had something she wanted to talk to William about, she answered no after a brief contemplation and brushed it off. Instead, she merely told him she was bored. Shortly after that, she hung up the call because she didn't want to bother William any longer since he was still at work.

At the same time, William put down his phone and spun his chair around while sitting in it, crossing his fingers on his knees as he gazed outside the window. The city is so lively and busy at night, but I don't seem to feel any of it at all.

After quite a long time, he finally took a look at the time and decided that he should go home. I guess I'm going out like a light right after a shower when I get back. Upon packing his stuff, he proceeded to leave his office, only to be stunned by something before his eyes just as he stepped out of the elevator.