EMMA’s POV :

I regretted putting my phone on silent and missing Ian’s calls. He called me nine times and texted me three times, asking me if everything was okay. I texted him back and I called him, but he didn’t pick up. He was probably asleep already.

So in the morning when my phone rang, no matter how bad my head was hurting, I woke up and I picked up the video call.

“Hi, good morning,” I croaked. My hand went to straighten my crazy hair and I pulled it into a messy bun.

“Hey,” he beamed, looking as gorgeous as ever.

“I’m sorry I missed your calls last...