Fredric’s POV

What could be crazier than wanting to see Mathilda again even though it’s only been an hour since we separated?

I mean… why am I feeling things I never thought I would?

What is she doing right now?

Is she still lying in bed?

Ah, damn it. I really want to video call her, but my pride is still annoyingly high. I don’t know how to lower my ego. It’s not even a big deal if I go to her and start giving her attention.

My phone suddenly rang, and for some reason, I felt excited—hoping it was Mathilda.

But just as my smile was about to widen, the number on the screen made me frown. It was an unknown number; I didn’t recognize it. But one name immediately popped into my mind.

Yes, of course. You know exactly who I’m talking about—the one and only Paula.

How could I even think this would be her? Obviously, this is my private number, and the only people who have it are Mathilda, Paula, my grandmother, and some of my cousins. No colleagues know about it.

It’s almost impossible for M