Yiren's pov
I pour myself a glass of wine before settling on his leather chair near the window. Moonlight pours in, giving me a clear view of the corner of the bookshelf—rows and rows full of books on architecture and design. I didn't buy a single book. Jun saw my Kindle, and a week later, every book was delivered to me here, including the one on the wishlist.
That's his love language. And I love him more and more for it.
The phone in his office rings, and I look at the door, hoping for Jun to walk in and take it. This can only be work-related. It rings to the end and is sent to voicemail.
"Hey Jun, Dr. Jeff here. Your phone is unreachable, so I'm calling here. I'm afraid I have to cancel all the sessions from tomorrow till next Thursday. Wife threatened to divorce me if I don't take her on a holiday for our anniversary… Gotta do something before I end up single—"
Alarm rings. A doctor? I pick it up. "What happened to Jun? Why is he consulting you? Please tell me he is fine."