When night fell, Talisa felt anxious. Usually, Michael would be here by eight o'clock in the evening. It was now nine o'clock in the evening and he had not yet arrived. Because she was tired of walking back and forth on the carpet, Talisa finally sat on the sofa, facing the television, even though she wasn't watching at all. Talisa just changed the television channel with a feeling of restlessness. She didn't know what happened. If Michael didn't come, he probably already suspected Talisa.
On the other side, Darius and Natasha were also restless.
"Why haven't he come yet?" asked Natasha.
Darius sat on the chair expressionless and also motionless. He was thinking, but people might think he was doing nothing. Darius was like a statue of a Greek god, staring straight at the water in the vessel.
"At least say something!" cried Natasha in annoyance.
