"This side of you… I hate it the most." Baba had a dark look on her face as she sipped her tea. She stared at the man sitting majestically in front of her.
This was the real Matthew.
The man who arrived in her lair with Ava was not the same Matthew who looked at her as if she was below him.
Baba knew Matthew couldn't control this side of him.
This was because he was born to be the King.
He was born to rule.
Matthew didn't answer her, instead, he took a sip of his coffee.
"I have been asking to talk to her since that day," Baba added.
"And I have been refusing your request."
"That is not your decision to make."
"She's my mate. She's mine. So I can make this decision for her."
"Wolves." Baba rolled her eyes. "I believe she would have a different opinion about this matter."
"Baba…" Matthew sent her a warning glare.
