Wendy, held in Mario's embrace, made a grunting noise, to which Mario said disdainfully.
"See that? Even a few-months-old child despises you!"
Mr. Zach dared not utter a word, thinking to himself, could it be that the child was just uncomfortable being held tightly in her father's arms?
...
In the living room, Kiara sat face-to-face with Mr. Zach, blowing on the... milk in her teacup, pretending it was coffee.
Mr. Zach looked nervously at Kiara, then anxiously towards the door that was ajar.
Outside the half-open door, Mario and Zoel were sitting on the sofa, drinking, their eyes like tigers', and even from that distance, Mr. Zach could feel the murderous intent emanating from the two ruthless men.
Why on earth did he have to provoke this woman of all people!
Mr. Zach's gaze returned to Kiara, realizing she seemed different from the day before.
