Dear Ex-wife Marry Me novel (Maja) novel Chapter 1319

The office was eerily silent, with no response to be heard.

Half of the drapes were obscured by a cabinet, and the bay window was also blocked from view.

Phelps whipped out his smartphone and dialed Tyler's number.

Stillness reigned within the office.

After hanging up without a response, Phelps gently shut the office door once more.

As the door clicked shut for the second time, Tyler peeked from behind a corner of the curtain.

The drapes were thick and luxurious, turning Phelps' office-cum-sanctuary into a pitch-black cave, no matter how bright the sun shone outside.

Now, with the curtains parted, Tyler locked eyes with the man standing inside the office.

Phelps hadn't left after all; he was silently watching from within the room.

The sound of the closing door had made Tyler instinctively think Phelps had gone, a testament to human habit.

Their gazes met, and Tyler cracked a drowsy smile, rubbing his eyes.

"When did you get back?" Tyler yawned, stretching his legs as he hopped down from the cozy window seat, looking like he had just woken up from a deep sleep.

Phelps eyed him for a few seconds before asking, "Did you sleep through the night?"

"Yeah, the whole Fitch ordeal hit me hard. Accidentally dozed off here and woke up with a killer backache," Tyler confessed, yawning again, his eyes watering slightly.

"Phelps, are you heading out now?" Tyler glanced at his phone screen, eyebrows lifting in a mock surprise. "Did you call me?"

"Tyler, how many years have we known each other?" Phelps asked, leaning casually against the door frame.

"Over two decades."

The atmosphere in the office was serene, with Phelps stationed by the door.

"All these years, and you still have your little tell when you lie. You fiddle with something," Phelps remarked.

The air in the room could have been sliced with a knife at that moment.

Tyler's eyes darted to his hands, and he suddenly remembered he had pocketed his phone right after mentioning the two decades. His hands were empty!

A chill ran down his spine, and he froze.

Phelps let out a soft chuckle, his voice steady and relaxed.

"Gotcha."

The atmosphere intensified, suffocating, as if all the oxygen had been sucked out of the room.

Tyler approached the desk and found several bottles labeled with melatonin.

"Phelps, have you been sleeping poorly?"

Phelps emerged from the washroom, drying his fingertips with a clean handkerchief.

"Too many surgeries back-to-back. I haven't had a decent rest in weeks. Ten days ago, I couldn't save a little girl from a car accident, and she's been haunting my dreams."

Sympathy filled Tyler's eyes as he grabbed a bottle.

"Thanks, man."

"Tyler."

"Yeah?"

"Sorry about earlier."

Tyler offered a wry smile and patted Phelps' back.

"That little stunt you pulled did perk me up. I'll head home to rest."

"Go on then."