Chapter 48: What do we say?

SOPHIE POV

"Pick your call."

I prompted him one more time, looking from him to the phone vibrating on his side of the table.

At first, when I caught a glimpse of the capital "O" starting the name of the caller, I had guessed it was Olivia, but when it was followed by his corresponding reaction, the uneven lines on his forehead, which betrayed the shock he was actually feeling and was desperately trying to hide by his show of nonchalance.

I got the needed confirmation for my suspicions. It meant my guess was 100 percent accurate.

The ringing had stopped briefly, and even Elliot seemed to silently let out a sigh of relief, freeing the lines on his forehead for a moment.

But his rest was not for long because, when he picked up his cutlery to proceed with his meal, his phone had started to ring again.

The lines of frustration reappeared on his face, and I could almost hear him swear under his breath.

“I really think you should pick it up this time."

I pushed further quietly, eager to hear