Hailee's POV
"Peter, I'm really not in the mood," I groaned into the phone, dragging a hand over my face. "If you're calling to yell at me or deliver someone's orders, save it for tomorrow. I'm feeling sleepy."
Peter had been calling nonstop for over an hour, and I'd been ignoring him. But it became painfully clear that if I didn't pick up, he would keep blowing up my phone until I did.
"Listen, Haileee…" he began, his tone carrying both irritation and warning. "Robert just left a few minutes ago."
I let out a sharp scoff. "So that prick decided to pay a visit."
Peter exhaled hard on the other end. "Everyone is not happy with you, Hailee. Robert said he called you, and you told him—word for word—that you're never marrying him. Hailee, what the hell is wrong with you?"
I rolled my eyes, even though Peter couldn't see me. "What's wrong with me? Seriously, Peter? Do you actually think I'm going to marry Robert? That arrogant, self-absorbed—"