"Mutual breakup—" George scoffed. He had read the text Emma's ex had sent her and it wasn't hard for him to figure out that the guy was still into her. He was trying to low-key flirt with her. He was messaging her constantly even though her replies were three or four hours apart.
"George—" Emma stopped when he suddenly sat down and took out his phone. "What are you doing?"
"Messaging a woman I used to date." When she frowned, he added, "Oh don't worry, we ended things on very good terms. It was a mutual breakup and we are just good friends now."
She pursed her lips and frowned as she watched him type something before sending it out.
After sending the message, George tossed the phone aside.
Emma crossed her arms in the front and glared at him while he sat there frozen, not knowing what to do.
Though he believed he had proven his point to some extent, he had no idea what his next move should be.
