ISLA and Becca are watching in the living area of their condo when the doorbell rang. Becca put down the throw pillow and rushed towards the door. She looked at the monitor and she saw Zero. She formed a sly smirk on her lips before opening the door.
Zero knitted forehead welcomed her eyes.
“Good evening, my dear cousin—” her words have been cut off when Zero pushed the door widely and entered.
Becca gritted her teeth and closed the door harshly. “You’re being rude, Zero,” she uttered when she caught up.
Isla looked at them with her wide eyes and parted lips. She gazed at Becca and then at Zero—she gasped when their eyes meet and immediately diverted her gaze back to the television.
Zero smirked and sat on the one-seater sofa, eyes still darted to Isla.
“Hands-off with my best friend
