redith.
I wasn’t bothered whether Draven ever got a phone or not. And I had never felt bad.
"Is this expensive?" I asked Dennis, turning the phone pack to him.
If the servants didn’t have this, it could be that it wasn’t necessary for them to have it, and it was expensive because, if the price was low, then they could have been able to afford it on their own.
"So you can pay back?" Dennis retorted, a smirk lining his lips.
I blinked. "How did you know?"
I didn’t think he would know the inner thought I had concerning his gift to . I would be uncomfortable knowing he had handed sothing expensive and would either want to return it at the end of the day or pay back with cash, even if I didn’t have the money.
I didn’t have a job after all. Maybe it’s ti to get one.
Dennis pointed a comical finger at . "You look like it. And I am aware you don’t like owing favours. But this is a gift from your friend."
Taking his hand back, he cocked his head to the side and added, "But if you are that desperate to return the favour, impress on today’s lessons."
I exhaled deeply, nodding in understanding.
Dennis helped set up my new phone.
I couldn’t understand a handful of things he said, despite showing on the spot. And I told him it would never stick.
"At least that isn’t what’s important," he said.
Then he took out a mini-card and told what it was called: a SIM card, before slotting it inside the phone.
I understood it was a small device that would allow to make and receive calls. He told it had my number dedicated for alone.
"Once you give it to anyone, they will be able to dial it on a phone and reach you. Do you understand?"
I held his gaze for three seconds before slowly shaking my head.
"Of course, you wouldn’t," he mumbled to himself.
My gaze darkened. The next mont, I slapped him on the arm.
"Hahahaha... I’m sorry."
Dennis saved his contact number on the phone with the na, BF, before showing how to reach him.
When he dialled that number, his phone blared with a loud noise.
My jaw dropped. I was wowed.
Then I made him redial his contact and answer the call from his phone.
"We will try this later today," he said, after thinking for a while. "I will call you once it’s ti for dinner, and this is how you answer any calls once they co in."
Then he proceeded to show , before making practice. He only stopped after I got it right thrice in a row.
"You must think I’m a dummy," I mumbled, concluding based on what had happened. Despite my saying that I’ve understood now, he didn’t listen.
"It’s far from that. It actually has sothing to do with ," he looked in the eye and explained. "I can only rest when my student has proven what I had taught them, a few tis."
Finally, when he let know it wasn’t a problem, but his, I relaxed.
"Your na isn’t BF. What does this an?" I asked him, curiosity dripping in my tone as I pointed to the na boldly written on my phone screen.
"Best friends," he revealed happily, and then turned thoughtful the next mont. "My only prayer is for my brother not to break my head over this."
I highly doubted that. Draven wouldn’t be so concerned about sothing as simple as this. Right?
"That’s right!" Dennis clapped his hands and quickly took my phone from . "I will save your husband’s phone number on here so you can reach him whenever you want."
I watched him input a string of numbers on my phone and frowned.
"How would he know I’m the one calling if he doesn’t have my number?"
"Then, you can make an introduction," he smiled at . "Though, there might not be any need for it. Draven would probably recognize your voice from the other end, but would be shocked and doubtful if he didn’t know you already have a phone."
Instantly, my facial muscles relaxed as a smirk ford at the corner of my lips.
I was already thinking of a way to trick Draven.
I would have to hide the fact that I have a phone until I’ve succeeded with my prank.
The best thing about this? He wouldn’t even know it is a prank, so he can’t get mad at .
Dennis saved Draven’s contact on my phone as ’Hubby’ with three red hearts. I asked him what that ant, and he said it was a Duskmoor term for husband.
"Do you really have to save it like that?" My nose scrunched up.
I an, if my na is redith, why can’t it be asked on any phone as redith instead of looking for so fancy na?
"Yes," Dennis insisted. "But if you don’t like it, you can change it yourself."
I glared at him. He was well aware that I didn’t know how to save or edit contacts yet, so he deliberately set up.
I was very unhappy with the three red hearts added to Draven’s contact on my phone.
What would Draven think of if he sees them?
He would probably think I had lost my mind after helping a few tis to get rid of my heat.
"Thank you," I said to Dennis as he handed my phone back to .
"Careful not to drop it or the phone might be ruined," he warned.
I slowly nodded and observed the sleek device in my hands. It was actually lavender purple in colour. And once again, it brought a sweet smile to my lips.
Dennis kept my phone safe as soon as our driving lessons started.
He taught how to drive and make turns on a street.
"These are called trafficator lights," he said, pointing at the small lights at the end of the head lamps. Then he proceeded to tell what they were for.
"They are used to indicate to others on the road about your change of direction. If you want to make a right turn..."
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