She was currently stuck in an awkward position: one foot on the stool, one knee bent, her body half leaning into the cabinet. She couldn't climb down quickly, and she couldn't pick up the phone either.
She could only ignore it.
The phone rang for a long time, then finally stopped.
She let out a breath, quickly pulled out the coffee beans, and sealed them into a small can. Then she grabbed the wrapping paper and ribbon.
Just as she was about to wrap it neatly, the phone rang again.
This time, it was even more urgent.
As if the caller was determined to harass her until her soul left her body.
Isabella's temples throbbed.
She threw the ribbon aside and gritted her teeth. "Fine."
She carefully climbed down from the stool, picked up the phone, and glanced at the number.
Her expression instantly darkened.
Victor.
Of course.
Who else could have such impeccable timing when it came to ruining her mood?
She answered, her voice clearly irritated.
"Hello?"
