"You're like a solitary island with your own castle, and I am the tide that can't reach the shore, only able to surround you..."
A phone's ringtone abruptly sounded.
Rebecca Quentin lifted her head from Isabella Joanna's shoulder, "It's Christine's phone."
Isabella Joanna picked up the phone accidentally left on the sofa by Christine Quinn, "It's Mr. Jones calling... I'll take it to Christine."
"Okay."
After a while, Isabella Joanna came back in with the phone.
Rebecca Quentin asked, "What happened?"
Isabella Joanna said in frustration, "When I took it to Christine, the call had already ended. I asked Christine to call back, but she refused. Then the phone rang again, and Christine said this time it was for you."
"For me?"
Isabella Joanna handed the phone to Rebecca Quentin.
Rebecca Quentin glanced at the missed calls displayed on the phone screen, it was a familiar number.
Isabella Joanna curiously asked, "Who called you?"
"A friend."
