It was been a week since the incident involving Charlotte and me. I was sleeping in Randall’s room again, but this time he was not as cold as before. His attitude toward me was purely sulky. Because he treated me coldly back then for reasons I didn’t understand.
My phone rang again in the middle of my thoughts, which startled me. I was currently drinking coffee on the balcony of Randall and my room. Randall had left and gone to work, left me to ponder how to lure him. When I realized who the caller was, I hung up the phone.
When the phone rang again, I would had finished my coffee. I responded, since the sound had already annoyed me. “Why, again and? Didn’t I tell you I was pressed for time?”
Ava was upset with me because of my plan from last week. I phoned Turstin as soon as Randall
