"Sol?" Ivan repeated, then shrugged his shoulders, "I don't know....who is it?"
"So you're telling me that you don't know the person whose name you've been calling out repeatedly in your sleep while burying your face in my bosom?" she asked in a clipped tone.
Ivan's eyes widened at her words, completely snapping him out of his sleepy haze. He racked his brain, trying to recall if he had ever met or even heard of anyone by that name. When he couldn't think of anyone, he said, "I don't know anyone with that name."
Evelyn stared at him, silent fury simmering beneath her calm facade as she studied his face for any hint of deception. But when she saw the sincerity in his expression, her anger gave way to confusion.
"Then…why were you calling out that name? Also, it's not the first time," she pressed, her voice tight with uncertainty. "You've called out that name before as well. Tell me, Ivan…are you lying to me?"
