Adelyn stared at her phone, her expression completely blank.
Now what exactly was she supposed to understand from that?
"This guy seriously doesn't know how to talk," she huffed, resisting the ridiculous urge to reach through the phone, drag him back, and force him to explain himself properly.
But remembering how decisively he had hung up earlier, she knew it would be pointless.
Even if she called again ... even if she threatened him, he would probably give her another infuriating half-answer before hanging up once more.
In the end, she had no choice but to accept that those few words were all she was going to get from him.
Pressing her lips into a thin line, she looked back at her reflection in the mirror.
A moment later, she shrugged nonchalantly.
"Who said the Devil can't be handsome?" she murmured to herself. "If I actually fell for someone everyone called the Devil ... then his looks and physique must have been worth it."
