Hannah fell silent and restless, staring at her phone repeatedly, waiting for a message or call from Samuel, but she didn't receive anything at all.
"Does he like me or not? Why does he only want to contact me when we're about to meet? When he's going to expose me? Does that mean he just sees me as his slut?" she wondered, but suddenly her phone rang, only to find out it was a call from Damian.
"Damian..."
She quickly answered the call.
"Hello?"
"Hannah, please open the back door, I'm in the backyard," Damian requested over the phone.
Hannah immediately stood up, furrowing her brow, and then walked towards the bedroom door.
"You're here? Won't this make Valerie angry?"
"She's already angry with me, so I have no choice but to meet her. I need to talk to her."
"Okay... She seems troubled too, she looks gloomy," Hannah said, crossing several rooms until she reached the kitchen and opened the door leading to the backyard.