Chapter 137 Jealous

The frigid, resonant voice sliced through the phone, reaching Milly’s ears and making her heart skip a beat. The words she had prepared suddenly seemed to stick in her throat.

“Um… I …

“What was she supposed to say now?

“Heh.” A soft chuckle emanated from the other end, laced with an inexplicable indulgence. “Take your time.”

Milly blushed at his laughter.

She believed she could be ruthless and unfeeling, decisive and swift, with the wisdom of two lifetimes. But hearing his voice for just a moment left her flustered.

She coughed and forced herself to calm down. “Joy told me that you saved me when I fell into the water on set. Thank you.”

Silence followed.

After a moment, he only said, “Hmm.

“Did you call just to say that?”

His tone seemed to shift, becoming subdued as if she had said something wrong.

Remembering something, she quickly added, “Oh, right, there’s something

I got

the helicopter and the truckload of gifts. Joy said they were from you too. But didn’t you say you’d give them to me only after I got into Crestfallen University? Why did you send them early?”

Instead of answering directly, he asked, “Do you like it?”

Milly was taken aback and responded honestly, “I like it, but isn’t it too extravagant?”

“Not at all.”

was unnervingly calm, as

them once

sensed he was angry, but she couldn’t discern the reason for

his mood seemed fine when he answered

her call have disturbed him? That seemed plausible upon

if there’s nothing else, I’ll

sachet to Jonathan?” His deep voice interrupted her

time she had heard this question today. The first was Anthony five minutes

Chapter 137 Jealous

had the same resentment and

he wanted. But why was George

replied tentatively, “It was Jonathan’s birthday

have my birthday in over two hundred days, and I have

as if he was blatantly asking for a

jealousy between these men. It seemed she was so exhausted she was imagining absurd

can I make you a sachet too? I’ll add some cassia seeds, is that

Silence again.

rhythmic “thump thump thump” from the other end as if he was knocking on something. Milly grew

her life, she might have hung

“I don’t like using the same thing as

Milly was speechless.

birthday, I’ll throw in a handmade gift that’s way better than that sachet of his, it’s totally

out, even she was

what she’d said a

miraculously, the icy, resentful tone

Milly said nothing.

sort of enchanting power? Are they a

lingered until he ended the

report,

his heart

about

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