Henry's heart also skipped a beat.
"Did she take the initiative to talk to me?"
Didn't she blame him?
There was a flash of surprise in his dark and deep eyes.
But she didn't speak for a long time on the other end of the phone.
Monique didn't answer the phone, so Little Nomi urged, "Mommy, pick up the phone call."
"Oh!" It was not until then that Monique reacted, but Little Nomi handed over the mobile phone.
It turned out that she had picked up the phone call from Little Nomi. Henry frowned and pursed his sexy thin lips into a straight line.
It seemed that she was reluctant to answer the phone. It was Little Nomi who asked her to answer it.
Her shallow breathing came from the other end of the phone.
Henry knew that she had taken the phone. She did not speak, nor did he.
Monique held his mobile phone. One second, two seconds, three seconds...
There was no sound on the other end of the phone. She didn't know if he was still listening to the phone, so she tried to say, "Hello!"
"Yes!" Henry answered lightly. Her voice was low, lazy and attractive, but no warmth could be heard.
It felt like they couldn't talk any longer!
Monique felt it buzzing in his head. He was holding the phone more tightly, and his palms were sweating nervously.
"It's Little Nomi that asked you to come back!" Monique didn't know what to say, so she blurted out in a panic.
She emphasized that it was Little Nomi to tell him to be back for dinner, meaning that it was not her to tell him to come back.
Her rejection was so obvious.
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