Daughter Of A Mob
Ava's POV:
I kept hitting my head when the kids had to explain everything to their dad and even threw a tantrum about him being too busy to show up.
Cynthia hurried towards them "Okay enough, it's time to brush your teeth and go to bed," she said but they had a hesitant look.
"Just go to bed," I scolded and they had no choice but to leave with Cynthia, I picked the dirty plates and walked to the kitchen, hoping that Yan will go away.
"Ava," Yan called but I didnt reply, I didnt want to talk with him.
"What's wrong?" he asked with a soft genuine tone that it left me wondering if indeed he was the one talking.
"It's late, you should leave," I stated and he nodded before he took few steps towards me.
"Why don't you want me to come along?" he questioned and I chuckled, wasnt it very obvious?
"You will only dampen my mood if you come along, so please dont,"