"Axel… why do you have my phone?"
Evelyn's voice sharpened with suspicion as the familiar ringtone chimed from Axel's pocket.
Axel pulled out the slim device and glanced at the glowing screen. When his eyes landed on the name flashing there, he raised a brow and turned toward her, his expression unreadable.
"This person has been calling you nonstop," he explained, his tone calm. "I planned to bring it to you on the fourth floor, but Oliver answered first. Once he picked up, I had no choice but to speak with this man."
Evelyn's pulse raced.
Her face stiffened as nervousness slowly swallowed her. Very few people knew her number. And her mind now fills with Oscar. Only he, her male friend, is in her phone book.
"You can answer his call. I will finish carrying these inside." Axel's voice was composed as he lifted the heavy suitcases with effortless strength and entered the apartment.
Evelyn remained frozen, her gaze glued to the name on the screen: Oscar with a love icon.
