Meanwhile, Mark was waiting for Alice's call, quite impatiently too. He sat in the living room with his legs crossed, staring at his phone.
He expected her to call any minute if she didn't walk through the door, but there was nothing and he was tapping his feet.
The tension of not knowing what she was doing was eating him up. Maybe he should've been persistent.
It was more than two hours, just when was she planning to come back?
He hoped she didn't get in trouble where she went, because it seemed she was out for blood.
'Should I just call her myself?' he thought and uncrossed his legs, picked up the phone, and stared at her number saved as 'Miss' in his phone contact.
He had picked up his phone but was still contemplating.
'What if I lead her to trouble if I suddenly call her?' there was the possibility that she was trying to be quiet and sneaky. If he suddenly called then it would blow her cover for sure.
