Folding his arms, Ziaden stood before Antony who was sitting on the couch, and beside him lay his bag. Time and again he was lifting his gaze and glared at Leo, who was standing behind Zaiden. As no one was taking the initiative to speak out, the surrounding was engulfed with dreadful silence.
“Are you going to tell me what is going on or are you just sitting there glaring at me?” Finally, Leo spoke out and ripped the quietness apart.
“Don’t even ask. You are the one responsible for this all,” Antony rumbled.
“Responsible for what?” he asked, narrowing her eyes.
“Responsible for making me homeless. I don’t have a roof on my head any longer. And that is all because of you.” He left out a heavy sigh, lowering his gaze.
“Why the hell are you blaming him repeatedly?” Growing frustrated Z
