AMANDA'S POV
The Saturday started well with a humid weather but all along, I was just on my bed trying to make sense of everything.
Aldo asked me to marry him yesterday and I refused. Not because I don’t love him or think he’ll be a bad dad but at the same time—I just couldn’t say yes to the proposal.
I’ve been unable to think properly or even do anything because I haven’t talked to Aldo since that time. I swallowed the lump forming in my throat and grabbed my phone from the bed stand.
I looked at the screen of my phone before I dialled Aldo’s number on impulse. I waited but he picked up his call even before the call rang twice.
“Hey,” He answered.
“Uh--- hey.”
I raised my brow at him. “What are you doing?” I asked him. “You picked up my call so fast.”
“Let’s say I was waiting
