Nika came out of the bathroom with a sullen expression. Sour-faced. She shot a sharp glance at me, who was still waiting at the door. Her gaze exuded an aura of dislike.
I returned her sharp glance with boldness, challenging her gaze with a furrowed brow, but my lips chuckled in amusement. Somehow, her attitude seemed funny to me.
Why is she irritated by herself? As if frustrated and doesn't like me. Isn't she the one who came to take something from me? I should be the one irritated. I'm the one who should be frustrated because I'm the one at a loss.
I shook my head slightly as I stepped into the bathroom. Indeed, in life, play with fire, get burned.
Nika has played with fire by daring to come into my household, so she will feel the heat. She will hurt herself. She won't find any comfo
