CHAPTER TWENTY ONE
DEVON’S POV
I typed furiously on my laptop some of my work proposals.
“Don’t you think you work too much son?” I barely glanced at my mother who was standing at the door of my home office.
“Mum I let you stay over tonight but I didn’t give you the mandate to start distracting me from my work. Just let me finish my work first then we can talk about why you are spending the night here and not with dad,” I spoke dismissively.
“You are so boring,” she walked out of my home office.
Finally she let me have my peace. But I might have said that too soon because the next moment she peeked her head inside my office.
“What do you want now mum?” I asked, throwing my hands lightly in the air before letting them fall on top of my office table.
“Can you run down to Anna’s café
