Ava's POV
Before I could answer or even think of a reply, he had already started walking down the stairs.
His gaze flicked briefly to the box in my hands. Then it returned to me. He reached the living room and sat down on the couch as if he owned the air itself.
Anger flared in my chest. My wolf bristled.
“Mr. Smith,” I said sharply.
“First of all, this isn’t ‘my home.’” I lifted the box slightly.
“You basically hijacked my things from my grandmother’s home and forced me out.”
My eyes narrowed. “And second…”
The words came out colder. “A man who spends the night at another woman’s house with his child has no right to question me.”
For a moment, silence filled the room. Victor didn’t argue. He didn’t even react. Instead, he simply stood and walked toward the dining room.
“Come eat
