The phone vibrated right beside her hand.
Maya glanced down, her hand instinctively clenching.
Ian Rowe...
Why would he call me this late at night?
Since it's nighttime, she had a reason to claim she missed the call because she was asleep.
Hanging up abruptly would definitely cause a series of troubles, so Maya thought for a moment and decided to mute her phone, then moved her eyes back to the TV screen hanging on the wall.
Watching the familiar food channel, Maya found herself a bit distracted.
Another sound came through, this time a message alert.
It was still from Ian Rowe, and there were only three characters: Pick up.
Maya's expression was complicated, barely suppressing her surprise.
How does he know I'm not asleep? If she continued pretending not to hear, it would seem a bit unjustifiable. What's more, Maya always felt Ian Rowe could see through her thoughts.
Dealing with someone so deeply thoughtful didn't seem to be a good thing.
