At that moment, the phone beeped. As expected, Ira messaged him,
-Where are you?-
Vivan flung it on the table and picked the glass of beer, gulping it casually.
Let her get stressed for him. A smirk of victory appeared on his face. For her, he postponed a meeting with the plan of taking her out of town. Who would have thought she made plans with her friend?
He won't back off.
'After three rings, I will answer.'
His thoughts were contradictory. A moment ago he decided to not yield, now he compromised with two more calls.
Unfortunately, in the next few minutes, the phone did not make a sound.
His friends mused over his skeptical behavior. Vivan had been staring at the phone for a long while, neither willing to pick up or call her.
What does this man want?
He engaged himself in drinking shots one after the other. But at the back of his mind, it worried him. Why didn't she call? Did something happen to her?
