"Alright. I'll let you know,'' Leonor said firmly before ending the call.
Groaning in frustration, Leonor drops her body roughly on the bed and throws the phone in a random place.
Five minutes passed with a bang. Leonor continued to groan, hitting and kicking her mattress in annoyance.
She didn't like that it wasn't Marc who had called. She didn't like that she had to talk to girls she didn't like. She didn't like that Marc didn't want her because the way Marc spoke to her sounded so cold and sharp. She didn't like that Thea and Marc turned out to be so close, to the point that the blonde girl became the first to know Marc's health condition.
Just as Leonor was about to voice a loud shout, there was a knock twice from outside. Leonor couldn't help but groan, then sighed in resignation when she found out that Rosalind was interfering with the moment of emotional release that she could only do when there was no one.