Anastasia could see that his relationship with his mother wasn't great, especially with that little green tea's intervention.
It seems like his parents are more in love with that little green tea and want Cily to get together with him yet.
Just ...
A hint of paranoia crossed Anastasia's eyes, and no one cared.
She was a possessive woman, and her man could not be missed by anyone, or ...
Little green tea whore, don't ever commit to her hands!
'My mother and I are not on good terms.'
Greyven put his hands on his forehead and bowed over the steering wheel in a pitiful manner.
Anastasia's heart ached.
Her little brother should have been spirited, should have been thundering and speaking his mind like he did around Mr Michael, not like he was now, trapped by intimacy and looking dishevelled.
'It's okay, you still have me, I'll give you a home.'
