He gave a light grunt, a low whimper, knowledgeable that he couldn’t exactly leave considering she was in this attitude. “I didn’t do anything.” He tried to reply and protest, but it all seemed so futile. He found himself walking after her, following like a loss pup; “Let’s talk about this, don’t get all mad with me. It’s business, it isn’t an affair.”
Khalya kept walking to the bedroom. She knew that the man was following her. No sooner the girl sat down at the edge of the bed. She took a deep breath as she looked away, she should trust him. “I trust you but I don’t trust that woman,” the sentence slipped out from her lips almost in a whisper as she stared at him.