(Sasha POV)
I looked towards the door, and I became shocked for a second.
“Can I come in, Child?” He asked with a small smile on his face.
“Mr. Fedorov!” Dimitri looked towards the door.
“Dad! You here…Do you need anything?” He asked Mr. Fedorov.
“No need, son! I just came here to see Sasha. I heard that she was unwell, so…” He came towards me with a pleasant and welcoming look on his face, but his angry were telling another story.
“Thank you so much, Mr. Fedorov. It is a great honour for me that you came here to see me.” I also plastered a fake smile on my face.
“Dimitri! Can you please brew a coffee for Mr. Fedorov?” I looked at him and he nodded quickly.
“Sure! I will be back in just a few minutes. Dad, please sit here.” He pulled a chair for him.
“Thank you so much, Son
