Chapter 40. A Gift from Mommy

“I asked you to send me the amount you needed for the wedding preparation but you never did, why?” he asked her in a thick yet soft way. She looks at him keenly. He was handsome, she admits. He had the kind of face that stopped you in your tracks. Another reason for him to be the way he is, she fathomed. It always leaves her wondering why he doesn’t have women in his life. Perhaps, his ego and pride wouldn’t let him have his ways with them. She was used to seeing most men using their beauty to lure in women just to use them or whatever they had in mind. But in Mahir’s case, he was dissimilar. He was a one-woman-man. He was handsome moderately alright, but inside he was revolting.

“I don’t need it,” she responded after a while.

He looks up, this time he kept the phone aside and stared at her. “I insist,” he said to her softly however, his voice was husky.

“You don’t have to, thank you,” she retorted unsympathetically.

“But I want to,” he told her. He wanted