VIOLET'S POV
I looked at my phone for the upteenth time and cursed. What was wrong with this guy, huh? After sending him a break up message, he had been blowing up my phone with his calls.
Somehow, I felt irritated. It wasn't as if he couldn't read the words in the message, or he couldn't process it, and if he couldn't, that was not my business.
I decided to ignore the calls by getting distracted in a book but then the calls came again. I didn't want to switch the phone off in case I got an important message.
“Ugh! The f**k is wrong with him!” I grabbed my phone, cleared my throat and pressed receive. If he wanted me to say everything I sent on text, I would.
“Violet!” His voice was high as he was shocked I picked. “I'm sorry for calling but a part of me knew you'd pick up.”
“What
