Older Women

Archer, who had just finished changing, looked dumbfounded when the atmosphere in the living room turned gloomy.

Blake quickly pulled him to one corner and asked, "What are you thinking of bringing her here?" Gritting his teeth, he was holding his anger.

"She insisted on coming when I told her that I'm going to Madam Marissa's house." He explained. "I tried everything to not bring her along but she wouldn't budge." He continued, half whispering.

Margaret got back on the sofa. Crossing her legs, she raised her brows looking at Winter, who was glaring at her. "Got a problem?" She mouthed the words and smirked.

"Excuse me, Mr. Blake…" Winter suddenly turned and called Blake.

"Ah, yes auntie…" Blake startled and quickly answered to Winter calling.