The caller kept talking, but after Maurice listened quietly, he only replied coldly, "Don't call me again."
After hanging up, he met my puzzled look and explained that the caller had dialed the wrong number.
Despite this, I was still suspicious.
He took my hand again and continued climbing up with me.
We reached the summit as scheduled.
We just needed to wait for the rising sun to shine on the mountain when dawn came.
During this time, he kept fiddling with the mobile phone in his pocket.
From his subtle movements, I could tell that it might not be a wrong number. Instead, it was very likely that the caller had caused his emotions to change.
I had been married to him for five years, and although we had only known each other for a short time before our wedding, there had never been any gossip about him that caused a rift between us.
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He kept knitting his brows tightly. It didn't seem like anything serious, but it did make doubt and fear rise in my heart.
The phone rang again.
Three hours had passed since the last it rang.
He took out his phone and stared at its screen for a few seconds before he looked up at me.