"You got a death wish or what?" Jonathan's voice drifted over, low and icy.
Only then did Zane realize how bad his comment sounded and how easily it could be taken the wrong way.
But Jonathan knows I'd never look at Anneliese that way, so why's he acting like this in the first place?
"Jonathan, I can't get a hold of Jessica. Didn't she spend New Year's with Anneliese? Can you ask Anneliese what's going on with her…"
Jonathan pressed his lips together as he stared past the floor-to-ceiling windows. The garden outside was lit up with strings of bright colors. Somewhere in the distance, fireworks kept blooming across the sky.
The whole place looked like one big picture of warmth and celebration.
Everyone he cared about was under the same roof, yet because one person wasn't here, he couldn't feel any of that joy at all.
"So, you think if you can't reach her, somehow I magically can?" He lowered his gaze. His voice carried this tired mix of irritation and self-mockery.
Zane froze for a second, then almost burst out laughing. Out of nowhere, he suddenly felt like he wasn't suffering alone.
Maybe his situation wasn't the worst after all.
"You can't reach Anne either? Wow, that is… incredibly convenient."
He did swap 'great' for 'convenient,' but Jonathan still heard every bit of that schadenfreude in his tone.
"You sound thrilled."
"Of course not. I haven't been able to reach Jessica for a day or two, so I'm over here wondering if I pissed her off or if something happened.
Yet, if you can't reach Anne either, then those two are probably hanging out and ignoring us. How about this—we'll call Joel and Carter and go grab a drink?"
Zane had already made peace with the situation, but Jonathan hadn't.
He still wasn't in the mood. His reply came out slow and flat.
"No." And with that, he hung up.
He rechecked WhatsApp—still no reply from Anneliese. Unease gnawed at him, so he dialed another number.
"Is Mrs. Fullbuster asleep?" His voice was low and steady, and the call connected instantly.
On the other end, the bodyguard who had been waiting outside Maple Bay all day, even during the holidays, slid out of the car, craning his neck to peek upstairs.
"Mr. Fullbuster, Mrs. Fullbuster is probably still talking with Ms. Sweeting. Want me to go upstairs and check?"
"No, that's fine. Thanks." Jonathan hung up, pressing his thumb against the tense ridge of his forehead.
The girl has time to chat with her bestie, but can't bother to answer my calls or WhatsApp. Seriously… this is all Zane's fault! How does he even let someone like Jessica slip through, allowing her to cling to my Anneliese?
I just can't relax. After seeing Jonathan make the call, I get nervous they're going to argue, so I sneak over pretending to bring some fruit. However, his expression is terrifying—there's no way he's figured me out, right?
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