The phone call.

Caleb's face twisted into a scowl. "How come you were with Sean? Do you know Papazarri followed him? Do you want to get into trouble?" he asked, his tone accusatory.

Abigail's eyes widened in surprise. "I know, I just ran into him. Why are you so angry?" she asked, her tone defensive.

Caleb's smirk was menacing as he took a step closer to Abigail. "Let me tell you," he said, his voice low and warning. "As long as you're in a relationship with me, don't try to get into trouble, particularly with men."

Abigail's frown deepened. "MD, you're taking this the wrong way. I'm not that kind of girl. I like Ethan, and Sean is just a friend."

Caleb's eyes narrowed, his gaze piercing. "I don't want to pry into your personal life, but mark my words."

Abigail's frown turned into a look of frustration. "I know. I'm not that ungrateful person. As I promised, I'll be your committed girlfriend for five months."

Caleb's smirk returned, and he said, "I didn't ask for your commitment."

Abigail's eyes widened in incredulity. She couldn't believe this guy. Caleb's expression remained unreadable, leaving Abigail feeling bewildered and trapped. She whispered, "Okay, okay... whatever."

A phone call interrupted their conversation, and Abigail answered to hear Mason's concerned voice on the other end.

"Abigail, Harper's had way too much to drink."

Abigail's expression turned worried. "Okay, I'm on my way."

But Mason continued, "And Sean just joined our table. He's also very drunk."

Abigail's frown deepened. "Call his manager or something," she whispered urgently. "Didn't he come with anyone?"

Mason's response was brief. "I didn't see anyone."

The phone call ended, and Abigail's gaze drifted to Caleb, who was watching her with an intense stare. She glanced at him briefly, and Caleb shot her a piercing glance before turning and walking away.

As Abigail arrived at the table, she was met with a chaotic scene. Harper was clinging to the table for support, while Mason was busy prying a bottle from her grasp. Abigail's gaze then shifted to Sean, who was sprawled across the table, fast asleep.

"Do you know anyone who can call for Sean?" Abigail asked Mason, concern etched on her face.

Mason shook his head, exhaustion evident in his voice. "No."

Abigail hesitated for a moment before speaking up. "Hey, you take care of Harper. I'll help with Sean."

Just then, Caleb appeared behind Abigail, his presence first noticed by Mason, who greeted him with a tired "MD."

Abigail turned to face Caleb, her eyes narrowing slightly as she took in his expression. Mason quickly intervened, "MD, can you help us out? Do you have a car?"

Caleb remained silent, his eyes fixed on Sean as he swiftly moved to his side. With a gentle yet firm grip, he lifted Sean into a standing position. Abigail and Mason watched the scene unfold, exchanging a glance when Caleb caught their eye.

Mason forced a thin smile. "Abigail, I'll take care of Harper. You help MD with Sean."

Abigail's rejection was immediate, but Caleb spoke up, his tone light and casual. "Are you guys having fun?"

Mason's smile widened, and he said, "Go, MD is a very busy man."

Abigail shot Mason a withering glance, her eyes flashing with annoyance. Despite her initial hesitation, she reluctantly stepped forward to help Caleb support Sean, her movements stiff with displeasure.

Caleb carefully guided Sean into the car, Abigail following closely behind. As they settled in, Abigail asked, "Where should we take Sean?"

Caleb's gaze flicked towards her, his eyes narrowing slightly. Abigail's lips curled into a forced smile, trying to ease the tension.

"You don't have to worry," she said. "Just drop him off at my brother's apartment."

Caleb's expression remained unreadable as he pulled out his phone and sent a text. The car's engine roared to life, and they pulled away from the curb.

The drive was marked by an uncomfortable silence, the only sound being Sean's incoherent murmurs from the backseat. Abigail's eyes drifted towards Caleb, but his gaze remained fixed on the road ahead, his jaw set in a firm line.

Abigail's eyes narrowed as she sensed the car taking a different route than expected. She turned to Caleb, her voice tinged with concern. "Where are we taking him?"

Caleb's silence was palpable, his gaze fixed on the road ahead. Abigail's unease grew, and she asked again, her tone firmer. "Where are we taking Sean?"

Caleb's response was curt, his voice low. "My place."

Abigail's eyes widened in surprise, and she quickly protested. "It's okay, I don't want my friend to be a burden to you." Her words were laced with a hint of unease, her mind racing with the implications of taking Sean to Caleb's place.

As they arrived at Caleb's place, he swiftly parked the car and jumped out, with Abigail following closely. Caleb efficiently lifted Sean out of the car and headed towards the apartment, leaving Abigail to awkwardly trail behind.

As they reached the door, Caleb turned to Abigail, his tone sharp. "Are you going to stand still? Come and unlock the door."

Abigail quickly recovered, entering the password to unlock the door. As they stepped inside, Caleb instructed, "Switch on the light."

The room illuminated, revealing a spacious, sleekly designed interior with a grey and white color scheme. Abigail's eyes widened as she took in the modern furniture, textured rugs, and spotless cleanliness. She followed Caleb to the bedroom, scanning the room's design and furnishings.

Caleb gently laid Sean on the bed and stretched his arm. Abigail murmured a thank you, but Caleb didn't respond, instead turning and heading to the kitchen. Abigail watched as he grabbed a bottle and gulped down a drink.

She retreated from the bedroom, standing in the living room with a cautious expression. Caleb reappeared, his eyes narrowing as he settled into the sofa, a relaxed sigh escaping his lips. Abigail turned to face him, her expression sincere. "Thank you," she said, her voice filled with gratitude. "I'll try to contact Sean's manager or his friends to come pick him up tomorrow."

Caleb's gaze met hers briefly before his phone rang, shrill in the silence. He answered, his expression transforming as he listened to Sophia's voice on the other end. Abigail stood still, a silent observer to the conversation.

As Sophia spoke, Caleb's brow furrowed, his eyes clouding over. He cast a glance at Abigail, his gaze lingering for a moment before returning to the conversation. Abigail's curiosity was piqued, but she didn't intrude.

Sophia's words seemed to unsettle Caleb, his jaw tightening as he listened. Abigail sensed the tension in the air and turned to give him space, but Caleb's hand shot out, grasping her bag.

Abigail's eyes snapped back to his, a question forming on her lips. Caleb's gaze locked onto hers, his eyes sparkling with a hint of mischief, but he didn't explain himself. Instead, he held her bag, his fingers wrapped around the strap, as he continued to listen to Sophia's words.