"Tsk." Daemom clucked his tongue when he heard that and knew that his adoring father was interfering in his life again, this feeling of being manipulated was not pleasant at all.
When he meets his father, the first thing he'll do is punch him in his possibly smug face.
"Zafir asks when you can go back to work, he said it was a busy night tonight." Amara spoke suddenly, as if she remembered something, and caught Daemom's attention.
Daemom stroked her head and thanked her gently. "Thank you for speaking, Amara."
Amara looked like a kitten, enjoying her owner's caresses, as she looked at Morgana with a proud look, as if to say, "Look how amazing I am, your sagging breasts meant nothing."
Morgana just smiled sarcastically and did not exchange any silent childish insults with Amara, the young woman did not know what teenagers really liked. For hormonal teenagers, a watermelon will always be more tempting than an apple...
