Mom?!
I suddenly looked up, not noticing that Brent's chin was resting against mine, and bumped right into it.
He gasped sharply and cursed, "Evelyn, are you trying to murder your own boyfriend?"
"N-no..." My voice was as soft as a mosquito, and my face burned bright red.
"Brent, don't bully Evie. A girlfriend is meant to be cherished." A gentle female voice came through the phone, making my ears turn even hotter.
It turned out that "Zaire, Baby" was Brent's mother.
No wonder the contact name was so gentle.
"Mom, let's hang up now. If we keep talking, I'll die of embarrassment."
Brent smiled as he ended the call, raised an eyebrow at me, and suddenly asked very seriously.
"Evelyn, were you planning to give up on me just because I stopped paying attention to you?"
Huh?! What on ea
