Damon likes coffee beans. So while he was in the study room. I mixed coffee for him.

"Where's my son?" I was shocked when Ma'am Sonya, who was behind me, suddenly spoke.

I let go of the cup and faced her. She's all set. Maybe she has a walk. I can't still help but to admire her beauty. Just one. . .we still don't get along.

I mean, to me I really want us to be close. But it seems vague.

"Ma'am Sonya he’s in the study room. Some work is being arranged."

Her eyebrows rose and her lips twitched. “Okay." she sighed and crossed arms in front of me."...