Chapter 15

"Uncle," Fathia called just to make sure she wasn't seeing things. Maybe because she had cried all night, her vision was suddenly blurry. Or maybe she was hallucinating.

No. No. Was it possible that she was still dreaming? A beautiful dream that had happened a few years ago? But...

"Are you awake now?"

Fathia blinked slowly. Sebastian's voice was too real to deny. Firm, dominant, undeniable, and cold. Not to mention his face becoming stiffer as he aged. Fathia wondered, were all adult men like that?

"Uncle, aren't you working?"

Sebastian merely raised a small corner of his lips. "The meeting is at eleven. I still have time to make you breakfast."

"Uncle... is your brain still scrambled?" Sebastian's movements, which were cutting onions to make his meat stir-fry more fragrant and delicious, halted. "What did you say? Did you say my brain is scrambled?"

"Uh...