Wilford’s POV

I looked at my wristwatch. It’s already ten in the evening. This is not right! As the night becomes deeper, that girl doesn’t update where she is nor how her day was. Wait, what am I saying by the way? Cliry doesn’t have to do that in the first place.

"Hey, Victoria! Can I borrow your phone?"

Currently, we’re in the living room.

"Why? You have your phone with you, right? "

"Just give it to me... I will just look for something."

"Look for what?"

"Argh! Why do you have a lot of questions to ask?"

"And why are you so hot-headed?"

I smirked. If she will...