“What are you doing here?” became the question that escaped her plump lips, followed by “you are so rude, barge into someone else's house and act like you are the host” when her red eyes found him sitting at the dining table and casually crossing his legs.
But ouch, her mouth is always sharp and she is always so good with words.
“Oh, is that so?” he smirked, “Petra came out when I came. I didn't even bother to push her away — it seems that she likes the fact that I'm close to you.”
Arabella's beautiful face turned gloomy, anger was building up and if he spoke the wrong way she might explode — but then her legs led her to sit right across from him at the dining table. It was too far, but he let her do whatever she wanted — for the umpteenth time.
“What are you doing here?”
“Didn't I te
