He always comes and goes at my beck and call, and answering my phone depends on his mood.
"Yeah, I'm busy as soon as I get up, so how can I have time to look at my phone?"
Every time he leaves me alone, doesn't answer my calls or reply to my messages on purpose, he uses this sentence to shut me up.
I put down my hands, took out my phone that was charging under the script and turned it on in front of him.
"See? I didn't mean to ignore it. It's just that the battery is out."
When I showed him my phone, I inadvertently revealed the bright red scar on my face.
"Why did you put on makeup like this? It's so scary!"
I laughed at myself, thinking he could see it!
"It's not makeup. I haven't got the technology yet."
Hearing the mockery in my tone, Louis moved closer to see it more clearly.
"Cathy, what's wrong with your face..."
"Didn't I tell you that my car is in front of you?"
Louis's face suddenly changed, and he tried to touch my scar with his trembling hands, but I moved away.
"Michelle and I thought you were at the back. We were the last car to fall. I thought you were okay..."
When he said the latter part, he was a little afraid to look at me.
He probably had no idea why I overtook him.