Joanna clasped her fist until there were loud cracks of bones. "Why did it have to be her… And why on earth did she have to call at this time," Joanna's frown deepened, her gaze glued on the cellphone in Amos' possession.
At that moment she felt the urge to snatch the phone from his hands and smash it against the wall.
"Give me a few minutes…,"
"Don't tell me you are gonna answer the darn call?" Joanna demanded fiercely. Before he knew it she was standing in front of him.
"She keeps calling," Amos said, his gaze focused on the phone's screen which was the third ring.
"It might be something important…,"
"And was what we were doing not important?" She questioned angrily.
"I am sorry…," Amos apologised. Before she knew what he was up to, he had walked away from the bedside.
He moved to stand in front of the wardrobe.
Joanna looked at the guy whose cell phone was held close to his ear.
