TESSA POV:
I have been on pins and needles and this father and son duo comes over with so ease that it burns my heart from extreme anger.
I snatch Cyrus from Andrew's hold, he jolts in his sleep but at this moment I don't care at all.
I scurry towards the elevator with Cyrus in my arms, the uneasiness and fear in my heart start to subside when I feel Cyrus's warmth in my arms.
My son.
I put Cyrus on the bed, he is deeply asleep and then intends to lock the door when suddenly the man enters with a livid face and I scowl unhappily.
"You're not welcome here, out." I point towards the door furiously and he raises his brow in amusement.
"This is my home." He says firmly and then sits on the sofa calmly.
F**k, I need to burn this sofa so that he won't be coming here and then sit on it as though he owns me and my son.
"Out," With gritting teeth, I glare at him.
"Come over here, we need to talk." He says calmly.
I am here like a volcano while he stays calm as water.