Yala’s POV
“What is he doing here?” I thought, starting to get irritated.
“What are you doing here?” I asked through gritted teeth, disengaging myself from Sebastian’s hug.
Charles looked at Sebastian and then at me.
“I wanted to know how you were doing. I thought you might need some help,” he said, and I gave him a wry smile.
“You thought I would need your help?” I asked, trying to control myself.
Is it possible that after everything he has said to me these last few days and especially today, he had the nerve to show up here at a time like this? I thought, and felt my body tremble with fury.
“Yala, calm down.” Sebastian held my arm gently.
“He shouldn't be here,” I said, turning to Charles. “You only came here to see if my father would sell the hotel faster now that he's sick agai
