“Listen, Serena, I don’t have time for your bullshit—we have a problem, and we’re going to have to work together to fix it,” Christian spoke.
He sounded as if he was in a rush, and he sounded serious, so I did the first thing which came to my mind and parked the car to the side. “What’s wrong? Is everything okay?” I asked, worried.
Why did I even care?
“It’s the ring.” Christian sighed. “I’ll take responsibility for everything that happened—but not the ring.”
Was he serious? Was he really calling me over a stupid ring?
“I know you’re desperate to talk to me—but don’t you think it’s going a bit too far?” I chuckled, but he remained silent. “Hello, Christian?”
“The ring you threw away, my dad once gave it to me—to give to you. It’s a family piece, and I need it back.” He sighed. I felt sorry for him, but that wasn’t my problem anymore. “Well...you know I threw the ring away so.”
