Confessions Of A Helpless Mother
Sama’s POV,
“You don’t look so.” She added, but before I could counterattack her, she again added, “well let’s not talk about it yet, have a drink.” Maybe she understood from my expressions I want nothing to do with it. She offered me a tall glass of sparkling wine from the server’s tray and I instantly took it. I needed it. I drank it down in a single gulp. Even with my tolerance, it was great progress. “Now spill.” She again asserted.
“What?” I acted clueless, knowing exactly what she meant.
“Everything. Everything that was going on with you.”
“Nothing is going on.” I shrugged, putting my glass down.
“You really want me to believe it?” her eyebrows perfectly raised and fell. “Okay fine. If you don’t want to tell me, then don’t tell me. But when I le
