He picked up the phone and didn't open his mouth. He just looked at me sarcastically.

"Ivelle, I have sent you some fruit. Go and get it! Your body and the baby would need it!" It's the sound of Maisie Rogers happy voice.

Before I could open my mouth, Jordan said, "She's busy."

The first meal on the phone, after a moment of silence, said, "It's just downstairs, it's not far so far!"

"I'm holding her down. Do you think she can go out now?" The words were uttered with clenched teeth, and the anger was obvious.

I.

Maisie Rogers was silent for a while, but she probably didn't know...