Chapter One Hundred And Nineteen

Irina's point of view:

I opened the door of the room and met an angry Roman looking at me, glaring at me.

What have I done again?

I tried to go to the closet but as expected, he talked.

"Why did you bring a stranger into my house?" He asked me angrily yet looking calm.

I faced him back.

"He is not a stranger, he is my friend, Garry." I informed him.

"That's none of my business." He said.

I shrugged.

"Why didn't you tell me before letting him inside my house?" He asked angrily.

"I called you severally yesterday but you didn't pick up and besides you never even tried to give me any chance of talking to you, so not continuing you isn't my business." I said.

"None of your business? None of your business that you brought a stranger to my house? Do you even know him? Do you know what he's up to? Do you know if he is a spy? Do you know if he is an enemy?" He almost yelled.

"He is none of them because he is my friend." I told him.

"This is my house and it needs protection. Do you think we are