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Saïda’s POV:

I unlocked the apartment’s door, still so pleased with myself. I stepped in and found Asahd sitting on the couch and watching TV.

“Hellooo. Finally up, huh?” I said, closing the door behind me.

“As you can see.”

“You saw the note I left?” I asked, dropping my purse and going to over to sit too.

“Yes, I did. Thanks for the breakfast,” he replied lazily, looking very bored.

“You washed your plates, I hope.” I raised a brow.

“Yes, mommy. Your threats didn’t leave me any choice,” he mused.

“Eew don’t call me that. You’re too ugly to be my kid,” I teased and as expected,...