After we went back to our shared flat, Ace excused himself to make a phone call, and I suspected it was to inform my dad of my behavior.
I could only wait anxiously for what would come next. Imagine my surprise when he returned, all charming smiles.
What did he say? I wanted to ask but refrained from doing so, and told him instead, “Well, someone seems to be in a good mood.”
“Why wouldn’t I be?” He countered with a knowing smirk I wanted to wipe off his face.
I narrowed my eyes at him and kept quiet before turning on my heels to leave in the direction of the master bedroom.
What could he and dad have said to one another?
Before I could take a step forward, Ace had flashed to my side. Or rather to my back, seeing his front was glued to my back. He leaned forward so that his mout
