He Ignored My Call Novels & Stories

Now he could speak? What if I just ignored his words the way he ignored me? I drew in a sharp breath before replying. “I didn’t know. My phone was on silent,” I told him. He stared at me as he set his glass down on the table in front of him. “Where did you go?” he asked, and I clicked my tongue. “What is it to you? Why does it bother you where I am? You wanted to know why I didn’t take your calls, and I’ve told you. Now, excuse me,” I said, and as I turned to leave, he chuckled.

, I said. "Wha-what?! Sir--", She tried to say but I had already walked away. This was so unlike me but I felt the need to. I completely forgot about the water and headed upstairs when my phone rang and it was an unknown number. 'Could it be Roman and his baseless tricks?', I asked myself. I decided to ignore the call, but it came in again. "Hello?", I said in my intimidating voice. "Don't you know it's rude to ignore an elder call?", I heard the caller say and I creased my brows.

"My mother would be disappointed. What do we do?" "Leave that to me. I will collect it and pretend to leave for the airport. I will share it among the buskers and return." "I like that. Keep me posted on the happenings in the kingdom." "I will do that." "Thank you. Good night." "Good night." Nevertheless, while I was speaking with him, I got a call but ignored it. Now, I looked at the caller and was surprised. "Brian," I said and sat up from the bed.

I whispered low even though everything in me was screaming the opposite answer. “You sure?” He said teasingly rubbing his nose with mine. But then his phone rang. I didn't mean to, but my face caught the caller. Marbel. He looked at me as if asking for my permission. I shrugged. He picked it and cleared his throat. “Marbel. I'm back, but I'm sorry, I'm stopping this with you.” He cut the call. I didn't think he conveyed the message clearly enough to her because she kept calling again and again. But he ignored her calls.

but I just don't have the energy for a fight right now. And also, they didn't abandon me; I left “for the family.” I sigh, sliding the phone off my ear, putting it on speaker, and tossing it onto the table. "Look, I'm sorry about missing the funeral. I got tied up. Couldn't even spare a burner." Before I can tear into him for his poor excuses, an incoming call flashes on the screen. Unknown number. I ignore it. The screen goes dark, then instantly lights up again with the same number. Persistent.

As I poured another glass, my phone started to vibrate in my pocket, and knowing that it would be neither Iris nor Jacob calling, I ignored it, throwing the whiskey down my throat. But whoever was calling remained insistent. No matter how many times I ignored it, it kept ringing. And ringing. I decided to answer it by the time I emptied the bottle, because heck, they were still calling by then. I took the call without even looking at the caller ID, completely wasted.

"No, that’s not what I meant. I was in a meeting, and...." "Shut up! That dead, pathetic company. Is that why you’re ignoring me now? Should I just buy it and burn it to the ground?" I froze. My fingers trembled as I fished out my phone, desperate to prove something, anything. Only one missed call. "I swear, I didn’t hear it," I whispered. He narrowed his eyes. "So I call you, and you ignore it? You’re getting bold." "It’s not like that. Please, let’s go inside. People are watching."

I picked up the phone, swiping the answer button. “Hey.” my voice came out dull, almost like I could collapse at any moment. “Hey?” He asked, “I was about to start heading back if you didn't pick up. Why have you been ignoring my calls and texts?” His voice sounded firm, but concerned. “I'm sorry.” I let out a sigh, “I would never ignore you intentionally. I just…unseeing this whole examination thing is a lot.” He went quiet for a while, a sigh escaping his lips.

The mismatched chairs at the tiny kitchen table, one of them with a wobbly leg I had been meaning to fix for months. The thin, faded curtains. The way everything looked smaller and shabbier under his attention. Something in his expression tightened. He pulled his phone from his pocket, unlocked it with his thumb, and made a call without saying a word to me first. I stared at him. “What are you doing?” He ignored me. When the other person answered, his voice was calm, clipped, completely in control.

I answered gruffly. "Were you ignoring me?" he asked. The suspicion in his voice was clear. I cleared my throat. "It took me a while to get to you." "I don't believe you." His tone was direct. I didn't blame him. Everyone knew my phone was always within arm's length and never far. So if I was not taking any calls I was indeed snubbing. "That isn't why you called," I said to redirect him to his purpose for calling me. He cleared his throat noisily.