Leander saw Barnabas by the door. He sighed internally. He expected someone would be watching them. The smile on Barnabas' face, however…
"Not all going well with the missus, huh," Barnabas grinned. In the curve of his lips, Leander saw ill intent. He hoped Barnabas wouldn't do what he thinks he will do.
If he did, this would be the date engraved on Barnabas' grave.
As Leander passed Barnabas, he patted Leander's shoulder. "Don't worry. I'll teach her to be obedient."
Leander turned to look at Viviana. Holding the heavy bag and the baby, she was stumbling her way in. There was already a layer of perspiration on her face.
What a woman! She is meant to not work and sit in an air-conditioned room the whole day. Why is she even…
He turned and waited for her. He will not let Barnabas misbehave with her right under his nose. He cannot sink that low for his plans.
