She gritted her teeth and said, "I want to see who is so clueless to call at this time, interrupting my sleep, I have to..."
Emilia Johnny's angry voice abruptly stopped. She looked at the name on the screen and sat up quickly.
Is it... is it... him, is it Anthony Davis calling?
Oh my, oh my, what should I do, how should I sound when I answer? What should I say first? Should I ask if he's had dinner?
A bunch of questions suddenly crowded Emilia Johnny's mind, time ticked by, and if she didn't answer soon, the call would disconnect. She took a deep breath and answered, "Hello..."
"Are you home?"
Anthony Davis's deep and mellow voice came through, and Emilia Johnny's ears instantly went soft.
The sensation was as if he had breathed gently into her ear, sending an electric current through every pore of her body.
