Chapter 191. An Asshole

And then, as if already knowing her response, he turned his head back towards Moosa, indifferent.

"No. Chic...ken roast," she replied.

She didn’t have enough courage to go against him. She didn’t want to face his wrath.

She was afraid.

"Sure," Moosa said and placed the chicken roast on her plate.

She looked at it, her throat tightening.

She couldn’t even eat what she desired.

Her hands gripped the fabric of her dress, her knuckles turning white.

His eyes were on her again, watching her closely.

It was as if he was challenging her, daring her to go against his decision, his order, his command.

Her lips quivered.

And she answered the way she knew he wanted her to.

A lone tear managed to escape her eye, but she quickly wiped it away before Moosa could see it.

Otherwise, it might double her punishment.

Minutes passed, and they all were enjoying their dinner except Zahra. All the servants had left the roo