“San.” Mona Daly called him in her suppressed voice and he was staring at her with his deep and cold eyes. His palms were inside his pockets and his gaze was sharp as a knife that Mona Daly was trembling in fear. After a while, he stepped ahead, carried the child, and kissed his forehead. The housekeeper came to him and he handed the child to her.
Mona Daly looked at the back of the housekeeper who was going to the bedroom with her son. She swallowed saliva and dared to look at the dashing man in front of her.
“How can you dare to leave me?” He asked in his low and deep voice.
“San.” She started inhaling in panic and held both her palms.
“How dare you take away my son from me?” He threw another question and looked at her coldly.
“Why?” When she could not answer, he roared like a lion
