That night, Ethan sat with his phone clutched tightly in his hand, waiting for it to vibrate. He waited and waited, his anxiety growing with every passing minute, until finally, Viona's name flashed across the screen.
He had desperately wanted to call her first. But knowing how buried under work she must be, he had resisted the urge, forcing himself to wait until she was free.
He answered on the very first ring. A helpless, radiant smile broke across his face—one so intense that it made Aria feel like an absolute third wheel, even though Viona was only on the phone.
Newlyweds are so annoying, Aria thought to herself. Rolling her eyes good-naturedly, she retreated to the guest room and closed the door, giving Ethan the privacy he needed.
Ethan didn't even notice her leave. His entire world had narrowed down to the sound of Viona's voice. He was hyper-focused on answering her quickly, yet trying desperately not to sound like he'd been sitting by the phone waiting for her.
