"Why are you taking so long to speak, Sweetheart?" The billionaire murmured, his posture radiating a rare, focused anticipation as he waited for her to drop her final card. He looked entirely prepared to dismantle whatever doubt she harbored, but before the air could clear, a persistent vibration cut through the intimacy of the master bedroom.
A dark brow furrowed as he retrieved the device. He knew the incoming connection demanded immediate attention; his private network was strictly engineered to suppress audio alerts for anyone who didn't command significant priority in his world.
"Just take it. Who is trying to reach you?" A flicker of genuine curiosity traced her features as she questioned him. Instead of masking the screen, the tycoon casually tilted the glass toward her. The specific Caller ID immediately registered in her memory, A name she hadn't forgotten. "Go ahead, answer the call."
"You were about to ask me something critical."
