Was I still curious about the male whose werewolf gene I carried? Very yes.
But when I agreed to see my mom to discuss him earlier, I didn't know that my husband would stroll into Rain restaurant and kiss me in front of a crowd of his rich friends, customers and business partner.
So when my mom dropped her news, all I could do was nod and say,
"Okay? Was he here?"
She frowned. Perhaps I should be dramatic - act shocked and upset.
But for some reason, I was not surprised at all and couldn't fake it. I almost did not care at this instant. Maybe because I'd known she was lying for days now.
"He's alive," she rephrased.
I half-wished the night would end already.
Or should I just leave? That way, I wouldn't have to hear more. But she looked truly agitated. Plus it worried me so much
