A hint of annoyance flitted through my eyes.
“Someone you don’t know,” I replied flatly.
He unfastened the top button of his shirt, leaning over me with a cold gaze.
“Ashlyn, how long do you plan to keep up this spoiled act?”
“I give you an inch and you want the whole mile?”
In the past, whenever he got angry, I’d rush to reflect on my mistakes—try to soothe him, fix things, make peace.
But now?
I simply pointed to his buzzing phone and said, without emotion, “It’s Daniela.”
The moment her name left my lips, Michael's expression softened with a hint of a smile.
Without another glance at me, he stepped into the corridor to take her call.
As soon as he left, my phone rang.
Taking a deep breath, I answered the call.
Before I could say anything, the voice on the other end broke through, anxious and urgent.
“Weren’t you supposed to meet me? Ashlyn, did you change your mind?”
“No... I didn’t. Something just came up,” I said.
“Something came up? What happened? No, this won’t do—I’m coming back. I’m flying home myself!”
I cut off the person on the phone, my voice quiet as I lowered my gaze and pressed my lips together.
“Just give me a few more days. That’s all I ask.”