Valentine Teller continued to bury herself in reading, but her heart was on her phone. Her hand, as if acting on its own, picked up the phone, and her feet couldn't help but walk out.
She leaned against the wall, staring blankly at the unfamiliar number. Hesitating for a moment, though not too long, she finally couldn't resist and pressed the button to answer.
"Why are you calling me?" She mimicked his indifferent tone, saying words that kept people at a distance.
"Where are you?"
In contrast to her cold demeanor, he just casually asked.
"Library, why?" Valentine pursed her lips. Was he going to come find her?
As this idea occurred, her heart tightened instantly.
"Oh! Come down in ten minutes."
Without waiting for her consent, he hung up the phone. He seemed confident that she would show up at the appointed time.
"Annoying." Valentine made a face at the phone, grimacing, but her heart was sweet.
