Stella's POV:
I dialed the number, but it rang twice with no response.
I was on the verge of despair.
Just when I was about to give up hope, James finally picked up the phone.
"Hi." His voice was deep and calm.
For some reason, the moment I heard his deep, magnetic voice, my nose twitched, and tears streamed down my face.
"Speak," he demanded.
I gripped the phone tightly, my voice trembling as I blurted out, "James, does what you said still stand? Do you... Do you still want me?"
Nothing came through but silence.
As realization dawned on me, my tears flowed even more fiercely. "Okay, I get it."
In those few seconds of his silence, I was completely devastated.
After all, I had trampled all over his pride, and now I was shamelessly begging for his help. It was no wonder he would r
