Chapter - 132
Rick stood his ground in front of Greg, undeterred by his venomous glare. Greg on the other hand, looked like his eyeballs were about to pop out by how intensely he was focusing his wrath on Rick.
"Are you deaf or something?" Greg spat, the venom in his voice enough to make a cobra jealous, "What the fuck are you doing in my house?"
"Oh no, no—" Rick, cool as a cucumber, just shrugged, leaning against the door frame of the kitchen and crossing his arms, "—my hearing is quite good, thank you. I was just wondering…"
He deliberately didn't finish the sentence and chuckled inwardly at how Greg leaned forward in his seat. Curiosity mixing in with his irritation and anger.
"Wondering what?" Greg grumbled, his impatience practically oozing out.
"Just wondering if this is your signature welcome or if you reserve this royal treatment for special occasions," Rick quipped, pretending to inspect his nails.
