As Soren rushed to show her the photo of his twins, the doorbell rang. And before Cloe's eyes could fall on his phone's screen, he pulled it back asking, "Do you think she is here?"
Cloe knocked the back of his neck and shook her head, "Sometimes you really act like an idiot!"
Soren rubbed his sore neck and glared at her, "No wonder I have a friend like you."
"Sir, you have guests," announced the maid as she came to inform Soren.
"Take them to the living room," said Soren but even before the maid could leave, both Raelle and Hyson had walked up to the kitchen to see him. "What are you doing here? Just sit in the living room."
"I'm here to see you, why should I sit there when you're here?" retorted Raelle.
"No one can treasure their time as you do," retorted Soren. "But I'm telling you, I'm not talking any business in here!"
"Something's burning," came Cloe's voice from behind, and Soren was startled before he ran over to the stove.
