Then panic shot through her.
“No—no, Mr. Graves, you don’t have to do this,” she said quickly, her voice laced with sudden urgency. “I don’t want to listen to it.”
She reached toward his phone, trying to snatch it from his hand.
But Magnus didn’t budge.
His arm remained wrapped tightly around her waist, anchoring her against him, while his other hand lifted the phone slightly out of her reach, his fingers continuing to dial with calm precision.
“No, wait—just a moment,” she urged sharply, reaching for him as he ignored her pleas and pressed the number anyway.
Within seconds, a ringtone cut through the room.
Sophia froze.
Her eyes widened in shock as the sound continued ringing—from her.
Panic flashed across her face. Her hands flew toward her bag as she fumbled frantically to silence it, nearly knocking the zipper open in her rush.
Magnus’s brows slowly knitted together. His gaze dropped toward the sound, confusion creeping into his expression.
“Your phone…” he muttered under his breath.
Sophia’s fingers trembled as she dug into her bag and pulled out her personal phone. She had always carried two phones—one for work and business contacts, and another strictly for private matters.
And the one ringing right now… was her private phone.
Her heart pounded violently in her chest.
She didn’t even know he still had her old number.
Without hesitation, she slammed her thumb onto the hang-up button.
The ringtone died instantly, plunging the room into thick silence.
“It’s nothing,” she said quickly, forcing her voice to sound casual even as her chest rose and fell unevenly. She shoved the phone back into her bag a little too quickly. “Just a sales call.”
Magnus studied her for a moment before relaxing slightly, giving a small nod.
But the next second, his eyes dropped back to his own phone.
A faint crease appeared between his brows.
“She’s not picking up,” he said, a hint of frustration slipping into his voice. He glanced at the screen again. “I don’t know why.”
His thumb moved again.
“I’ll try again.”
Before he could press the call button, Sophia suddenly lunged forward.
She yanked the phone straight out of his hand and hurled it to the floor.
It struck the ground with a sharp, sickening crack.
Magnus’s eyes widened in shock.
Sophia stood in front of him, chest heaving violently, strands of hair falling loose around her face.
