Chapter 300. Sweet Eighty

Mukhtar looked at her in surprise and said, “What is it? What happened? I thought we were getting along well. Have I said anything wrong?” He asked as he stood up as well.

“Getting on well, my foot. If you think for a second that you are going to use my son as a replacement for what you and your wife do not have, you are sorely mistaken. Now I see what your persistence had been all about.”

“That is not fair, Marissa. I just genuinely wanted to know the boy. He is Evelyn and my son, after all!” he had fired back before curbing his temper “I am sorry. I didn’t mean that the way it sounded.”

“No, how else do you expect it to sound? Since that is what you were thinking! I’d be damned if I let you take advantage of my son.” With that, she flung some bills on the table, telling the waiter to keep the change before stalking out in anger.

Marissa smiled to herself as she stared at the ceiling. “I have a fiery temper when provoked,” she thought as she shifted onto he