Ellie Doyle hung up her phone.
The ringing in the cupboard also ceased.
The air became even quieter.
Ellie Doyle looked at Marcus Sharp with a somewhat complicated expression: "So what is this about? Do you have anything to explain?"
Marcus's face didn't show the awkwardness of being exposed, he remained calm and replied, "Indeed it wasn't me who called you, but I never denied that this number wasn't mine."
Ellie Doyle stared at him, giving in for now: "Let's let it go this time, but next time you talk, don't just say half of it."
She prepared to change the subject.
But Marcus Sharp grabbed her hand, looking at her, "Don't you have anything you want to ask?"
"Ask what? Ask how you got hurt, or why you possess such strong repair powers?" Ellie shook her head. A smile flickered across her cold features as she met his gaze, "Sometimes, knowing too much is also a kind of trouble, don't you think?"
Marcus's eyes deepened, his grip on her hand tightened as well.