John was speechless. He hadn't expected Zamian to say that, although he knew it wasn't the lady's fault. Just before he could respond, Zamian continued, his voice even colder than before.
"Does she not know my wife is married to me?" The only part of Zamian's statement that sounded less icy was when he said "wife."
How could John possibly answer that question? It wasn't as if he could read the lady's mind. Even if he could, he had never seen her before; this was just a report. Oh, if only he had gone through it beforehand.
"Umm… I don't know, uh…" John stammered, carefully choosing his words, not wanting to anger Zamian further. He could feel the tension in the air, and it made him anxious. It was never easy dealing with Zamian when he was in this mood.
"How about you get some rest? If you keep this up, you might end up with permanent eye bags."
