NovelEnglishJasmine! It was not my fault this time. I looked at him out of reflex, and he did the stoo, though he looked more annoyed than me. I didn't detect any sense of panic in his clear eyes. There was only rage.
Why was he mad? He brought her here and put her in a hotel. I didn't ask her to call him to interrupt our intimate moment. Glaring atwouldn't do anything.
I lay on the bed with a mirthless smile and pretended not to see the phone that was delivered to me. I cback today. And at 9:47 pm, Jasmine called Colin from a hotel-a place that easily led many to think of intercourse.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtI was gone for a month. How many calls had she made to Colin? How did he deal with it? More importantly, why did she have to call him this late at night? To put it bluntly, what problem could a woman possibly have at night that required the attention of a man? Perhaps there was no personal agenda whatsoever. Did she call this late to inquire about her injuries? No way. I would never believe that stupid lie. I becmore annoyed.
I wasn't so possessive or ungrateful that I couldn't stand the savior of my boyfriend's life. But I couldn't act like it was nothing when a woman called my boyfriend late at night.
Colin could sense that I was unhappy. He quickly put his phone on silent mode and tossed it aside. Then, he lay down next toand sighed loudly. His hands ruffled his messy hair, trying to vent his frustration.
Within a few minutes, the couple on the sbed lost all momentum of intimacy because of a call. All that was left was silence. I didn't know what to say.
What was he trying to prove by not picking up the call? That he was cutting her off? Did he do that when I wasn't there? If I said no, would anyone believe me? Colin lay on his side and observedgingerly. He tried to gauge my reaction as his eyes darted betweenand his phone.
He was confused because he wasn't sure why Jasmine called him this late at night. Meanwhile, he looked atto see how I would react to the sudden call. Would it affect the trust and bond we had built in the past 20 years? The ringtone finally died. Colin sighed in relief, but before he could utter a word, his phone rang again, forcing him to swallow whatever he was about to say.
Refusing to answer a call was also a kind of cowardice.
"Just pick it up. Ask if she has any problems," I told him calmly.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"Okay." Colin sat up. He retrieved his phone and answered the call in one fluid motion. "Yes, Jasmine?"
His actions flowed so seamlessly as if he had done it countless times. It felt like he couldn't wait to pick up the call. Was I reading too much into it?
In the dark room, his voice was calm and steady, yet I sensed a hint of urgency. I spaced out as I looked at dout I ! Colin's sinewy back. What did Jasmine say? How did Colin reply? I didn't hear a thing. Or perhaps I was trying not to listen to their conversation. If I did not eavesdrop on their conversation, I could pretend that the call never took place. I could fool myself.
After the call, Colin turned around and said, "Jasmine needs me. I have to go and see her." At almost 10:00 pm, my boyfriend toldthat he needed to see another woman.
What could possibly be this urgent at night? Shouldn't he avoid hanging out with another woman alone since he was taken? I pinched myself on the thigh using the hand under the blanket. The pain allowedto remain level-headed.
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