Misha was surprised by Kia's attitude. She didn't touch her food. Was it because the food wasn't good or because she was tired of the food here?
Or…
"Are you sick?" Misha changed seats and took the seat next to Kia, pressing his knuckles to her forehead.
"I'm fine," Kia said fiercely, brushing Misha's hand off her head.
"You don't look fine, is there a place you want to visit? Or the food you want to eat?" Misha asked again in a concerned tone.
"No thanks, I just want to go home." Kia felt a little embarrassed and avoided looking Misha in the eye. She didn't want this man to know what was on her mind right now, especially what she said earlier.
His ego would only get bigger and bigger and it would be difficult to get rid of him.
"Then let's go home, I want to see my daughter," Misha said lightly while holding Kia's hand. He was in a bad mood after talking to Daniel and remembering how the man said that Mika was not his daughter.
