Happy reading..
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It was the middle of the night, but Alan's residence was still busy with the lights in the entire room still on. Especially the family room. There stood an old man with a golden wand that gleamed in the light.
"What is he doing, he is more concerned with that bastard child whose origins are not clear?!" The old man scorned, Andrean's eyebrows cursed Aksa who ignored him for the sake of Aletta who was sleeping.
"Dad, you say that, if Aksa hears he will hate you!" Alan said calmly as he continued to hold the hand of his wife who was getting sleepy.
Apart from being annoyed with Andrean's presence breaking the peace in his residence, Alan is also annoyed that tonight should be his allotment for evening sports after a week of fasting.
"My night!" Alan whined in his wife's ear which was immediately given a pinch on his hand.
