After going back to my parents' place, I gathered a lot of courage to unlock my phone, but somehow I managed to do it. Lita had told me that Christian reached out to me, and the poor woman seemed so happy, without knowing the real reason.
I wasn’t stupid and knew he was probably calling because he knew Dario had information that was never meant to reach my ears. As expected, Christian had blown up my phone even more, and I wasted no time to call him back.
I locked my room and leaned against the door as I was quietly waiting for him to answer. “Serena!” Christian called out. “Where are you?”
“Home,” I replied dryly. “We both know why you’re calling, and you know why I’m calling, so let’s cut this crap,” I spoke as I took a deep breath and prepared myself for the painful question. “Christian, I need to ask you something, and I need you to be honest with me. I’m not going to yell or say anything crazy—I’m giving you the chance to come clean. Your last chance.”
