Chapter 17

Sheila's POV

"I'm sorry okay, don't create too much scene." I scolded him and as a response, he narrowed his eyes at me before folding his hands in front of his chest.

"Really?!" He raised his eyebrow, his tone held accusation.

"Who is creating a scene here? You or - me?" He pointed a finger at his chest when he said the word me.

"You have been absent for a month and you didn't even attend my call." He snarled like a Rhinoceros.

"Oh, God! Tammy. Don't be a drama queen. I just absent for a week and it's my hundred times I'm telling you that I gave my phone to my brother for his project work. Can't you understand?" I asked him placing both my hands on my hips.

"Okay! As you said you gave him your phone -" Even before he could complete his slogans I nodded my head like a child followed by a curious 'yes' as I thought he finally understood me but the disappointment in his look strike down my hope in an instant.