Thanks to that fall down the stairs earlier, we were far enough apart that he didn’t notice anything off.
When he saw me standing there, his face went cold. His eyes flicked with a little hesitation, but his voice remained incomparably gentle.
“Ophelia? When did you get home? Why didn’t you tell me? Did you… hear anything just now?”
The second he started acting, I slipped right back into my “blind” routine. I let my gaze go empty as I replied.
“I called you a bunch of times, but you didn’t pick up the phone. I freaked out a little, so I rushed home.”
His expression did not change. He only pulled out his phone.
Only after he checked and saw I really did call him over ten times did he finally relax.
“Sorry. I was busy with work stuff. My phone was turned off.”
My nails dug into my palm. Not one damn word he said was true.
He ignored my calls for one reason: I wasn’t useful to him anymore.
As soon as his words fell, a fair and tender hand stretched out from behind him. Estelle slowly clung to him, her entire body like a beautiful snake.
He frowned and jerked his chin toward me, reminding her I was still right there.