Going on a date

A few days had passed and things seemed to be fine on Anamika's side, except for the discomfort of having another Smith spying on her.

Meanwhile, Amelia could be seen marching up and down in the Wales' mansion with her phone in hand, dialing and redialing a number that wasn't getting answered.

"Pick up your phone!" She chewed on her nails as irritation washed over her.

Mrs. Wales who was walking down the stairs, looking all–dressed for business, saw her worried daughter and couldn't ignore.

"What's the matter?"

Amelia raised her gaze and shook her head, "Nothing, Mom."

"What do you mean by nothing? Look at you, it looks like you haven't had enough sleep for a long time."

Amelia threw her phone in a fit of rage, "how can I sleep well, Mom? Asher has refused to take my calls or even showed his face to me for weeks now!"

"You mean you haven't seen him for weeks?" the woman frowned and went to her daughter's side.

"Yes, Mom! The other day, he said I wasn't the lady he slept with and