Chapter 437 I Am Flynn I Like You

No sooner had she closed the door than her phone, lying on the table, began to buzz with incoming messages. Several arrived within a short span of time. Jasper was not one to pry into others' privacy, yet the flurry of messages piqued his curiosity. Who would send her so many messages in a row? Typically, it would be secret admirers or suitors who would send such messages. Jasper disregarded his identity and walked over to the sofa, picking up her phone. Messages were still floating on the screen, sent from an unknown number.