Two Hundred and Two

Gwyneth’s POV

A week had passed since we both talk. I was waiting for his message or at least he gave me a ring, but nothing happened. It was as if I was waiting for nothing.

From time to time I look at my phone. He might call or text. yes, I'm waiting, I'm not angry with him either, even with Reign. They did not want them to like each other, feel so sorry for Reign, he asked. I let go of my phone when it suddenly rang, well and it just fell on the bed. I quickly looked at who the caller was, Ryle.

"Hello? Gwyn?" He started.

"Hmm?"

"Are you mad?"

"No." Why should I be angry with him? If I was not angry with his cousin, I was just annoyed. What else to him? Especially and he does nothing wrong.

"Ah, for sure yes."

"No, swear." I'm sure.

He sighed. "Yeah, you're not mad. But surely, you're sad