I Want

"Clay shut up."

Wolf asked Clay, his friend, to stop talking. He was reading the message from Zoe with amazement. The contents were too shocking, for sure.

"Since when did you receive the message?"

Clay was astonished, knowing that Wolf was against texting. He preferred to call, and people who called Wolf's cell phone usually knew enough not to send messages.

"She doesn't know yet... oh... She can't..."

Wolf had just raised the phone to his ear to call Zoe but then remembered that Zoe would be unable to speak. So Wolf also wrote a message finally.

"What are you replying to? Who can make you send a message?" Clay was getting extremely curious.

They were in the middle of a business conversation. It was unusual that Wolf would stop the conversation just because of a call or a message. But now Clay saw the Wolf struggling to type while frowning.

His thumbs moved very slowly on the surface of the phone screen. There was a reason why Wolf didn't like sending messages. He wasn't used to typi