CHAPTER SEVENTY – FOUR HOUSEHOLD GUARDIANS
When Mikhael said those words, the crimson-haired woman only became even more confused about what the citrus-haired boy was talking about.
'It's rightfully mine? To begin with? What? I don't understand.'
Scarlette put down her palm first as she stared at Mikhael as if she is piercing the citrus-haired boy into hundreds of pieces.
Mikhael shivered as the crimson-haired woman stared back at him and the woman didn't even utter a single word for now that makes him even more nervous as hell.
'Would you stop staring at me like that?! Your eyes creep me out for Heaven's sake!'
He wants to blurt out those words but he doesn't want to be stared at like that!