#Chapter37
Michael wheeled himself into the bedroom after Gary left, he saw Sasha busy unpacking her bags and hanging the clothes in her wardrobe, she looked up at him briefly before continuing what she was doing. Michael got closer to the bed and stopped, he watched her silently not knowing what to do or say. True that she is not happy with him but he could not contain the joy of having her back in his room, how long has it been? He can't even remember but he knew he was the reason she moved out in the first place. If he hadn't thrown her out of the room that night then she wouldn't have moved to the guest room.
/"Need a hand?/" He asked, his voice might sound calm and firm but he was breaking inside out of fear. Without knowing, his palms has turned sweaty.
