"I..." She instinctively looked down at her phone, then raised her eyes to look at the man. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught sight of the phones on the bedside table.
To be precise, there were two phones.
One of them was Christopher's—she recognized it.
And the other...
It looked new.
"Oh, this is my work phone. I went home this morning to get it," she quickly explained, suddenly understanding something. Then she asked, "Did you... ask someone to buy me a new phone?"
Christopher, with an unreadable expression, averted his gaze and said coldly, "No, you're overthinking."
She had a phone she could use but didn't bother to tell him, leaving him unable to reach her the entire day. Clearly, she didn't think he mattered at all.
Overthinking?
Amelia caught his awkward expression, and a light bulb went off in her head. She picked up the phone and dialed her own number.
No surprises—
The other new phone on the bedside table rang.