"Fuck!" He cursed under his breath as he climbed up the stairs before getting out of both the women's eyes. They both heard him curse.
The temperature of the room dropped some more as soon as he left. Monica glared at Arabella hard but Arabella tried her best to act normal. She was going to turn around to leave when she heard what she was praying she wouldn't.
"Stop right there." Monica spoke up in a cold voice. Arabella closed her eyes and took some deep breaths to gain some patience before turning around to face her.
"What is it, Monica? Can you make it fast? You heard him. I don't want to get into an unnecessary argument. I have to go and start making his breakfast." Arabella said in a casual tone, showing a lot of disinterest on her face.