Chapter 18 A DAY WITH HIM

ZYAIR'S POINT OF VIEW

My lips broke into a grin. Badass Florence, huh? I wonder what she exactly did that even Arhes, a hard-to-please child, praised her.

As if on cue, someone sprinted towards us. Something seemed to clog my throat when I met her eyes.

She kneel down and hold Arhes' arms. "Are you okay? Please don't tell me that that old hag hurt you again or else all hell will break loose," she said dramatically.

I can't help but to shake my head while watching her. This woman is really something.

Arhes scoffed and gently pushed her. "Stop being such a drama queen. I won't let her filthy hands touch me for the second time. And besides, Uncle Storm was with me. He won't let some lowly people touch me."

She stood up before smiling timidly. "Good afternoon, Mr. Sarmiego."

I want to wreak havoc and castigate myself to death when I felt my heart leaped a bit when she mentioned my surname. It sounds so damn different when she said it.