“It was you who forced me... You despicable person!” Kallum began searching for his phone. We haven't finished our conversation. I want to see what excuses she's going to make.
At that moment, there was a knock on the door. He swung the door open with a terrifying expression on his face, and the person outside immediately straightened his back while holding a phone in his hands.
“Mr... M-Mr. Kallum, Ms. Stafford is on the line...”
Kallum grabbed the phone, fixing Julian with an icy stare. “How does she have your number?”
Julian was on the verge of tears. This isn't my phone! And even if it was, I wouldn't dare to have any contact with her privately!
The same thought crossed Kallum's mind. He snorted coldly and slammed the door shut, almost hitting Julian's nose.
Feeling distressed, Julian could not help thinking that it was no wonder Ryder refused to come and shoved him into the line of fire instead. They're too cruel!
Meanwhile, Kallum drew a deep breath before saying into the phone irritably, “What else do you want to say?”
A soft, rustling sound came from the other end of the line. It seemed that Calista had just turned over.
“I wanted to see if you've calmed down. I'm actually still quite afraid of you getting angry,” came her reply.
He sneered. “You say you're afraid of me getting angry? If you did, you wouldn't dare to act like this!”
Her lips curved into a smile. Then, she quickly changed the subject. “Are you threatening me?”
There was a moment's silence as he tightened his grip on the phone. “I'm not.”
“You are. Just a moment ago, you didn't even want to hear my voice and smashed your phone,” she responded, analyzing the situation logically and systematically. Finally, she said in a serious tone, “I'm absolutely heartbroken right now.”
Kallum started to feel nervous, his anger subsiding the moment he heard that she was upset. As a man, I shouldn't be petty with a woman. Should I apologize to her first to appease her? But wouldn't it be humiliating to do so when she's the one in the wrong?
“You don't even want to sweet-talk me anymore. It seems I've fallen out of favor,” she uttered with a sigh.
“Calista!” He paused for a moment before continuing, “You... Stop messing around!”
“I could, but you need to say something nice to me. Otherwise, I'll get angry and might just storm off and never come back.”
“Don't joke about something like that!”
“Well, then, are you going to sweet-talk me?” she asked.
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