From the way Sean's brows furrowed at his phone's screen, the call seemed to be important.
But Ryley lowered his gaze and slowly took a sip of his chamomile tea. He didn't want to bother Sean with his curiosity.
Ryley thought Sean would need to leave the table to take it, but the man didn't move from his seat and placed down his phone on the table after rejecting the call.
Besides, there were still many thoughts the blond needed to sort out and rearrange in his mind.
For example… what should he do after this?
Should he break his own promise to not use his power on Sean?
Running away from his fate would never do him anything good.
He couldn't just live a fugitive life while pretending that everything never happened.
His chest tightened as the deafening silence grew on them.
Ryley didn't know if he was guilt-tripped by Sean's unconditional love.