"I said something was wrong with you!"
Cierra finally managed to reach the phone, which she soon snatched back. Then she nestled back into the sofa, looking rather annoyed.
She thought, I'm partly to blame for all this. If I hadn't chosen Stream Villa as our home, which I thought would be less noisy back then, I should be able to leave by myself now. Just grabbing a cab will do!
Draven did not say anything more. Instead, he looked deeply at her.
Then, titling his body slightly, he took out his cell phone.
Cierra's phone number was still lying there at the top of his contacts, even after all these years.
He pursed his lips and dialed the number.
But just like all the calls he made over the years, only a mechanical female voice sounded. "The number you dialed does not exist..." He put it on the speaker deliberately so that Cierra could hear that.
Even though he did not say a word, his intention was plain to see.