Wilson’s phone beeped, signifying a new message.
Then beeped again. And again until he got to the peak of his frustration and muted it before throwing it on his bed to head downstairs in search of a distraction.
After doing a good job at messing with his head, his mum had finally left his place few minutes ago. He could tell she felt guilty about their little argument though as she not only restocked his freezer with loads of homemade food but also his favourite foods.
However, it was going to take a lot more than that to lift his mood again.
He didn’t even have an appetite. Or the urge to do anything other than work which led to him ignoring every single text and call Charlotte had sent his way.
With a groan, he walked into the living room and plopped into one of the sofas. Pulling
