Folawe glanced at the entwined fingers and then at his slightly cold smile. She felt even more curious to know whatever was going on between them. Between this one and the real Ambrose.
"Okay." It was barely a whisper and she tried to turn around to help Jason with the stew but was pulled towards him.
"Come with me." He managed to copy how her tone was soft and started to pull her towards the door.
Mrs Mo quickly called after him before he left. "Ambrose..."
He sighed and turned to the woman with a cold face. "I wont do anything to her. I promise." He then pulled Folawe who was staring at Mrs Mo with a confused look with him.
They walked out of the kitchen but Folawe had slow legs and Ambrose was getting impatient. So he turned around and carried her onto his shoulders.
"Hey..where are you even taking me?"
