"A-Adrian," the woman stuttered, staring in shock at her son, as he walked towards her in lazy steps.
"It's been such a long time, Mother," he said, standing in front of her, as he cupped one side of her face with his hand. A smirk displaying on his lips, as he looked straight into his mother eyes.
"Adrian, what are you doing here? I told you not to ever cross my face or let me set my eyes on you."
"Why are you here?" she palpitated, removing his hand from her face, while she stand up right, looking up at him.
"You forbid me from seeing you, mother. But you know I always got your back," he expressed, the smirk disappearing from his face.
"I just protect you from getting killed by your husband," he said, watching as his mother face turned pale at the mention of her husband.
"Get out, Adrian," She said, sitting down.
