48. The Fight

Jealousy is like the hot coals that scorch the soles of your feet. You can’t walk properly until all your wounds are healed.

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Alina hastily sat on the edge of her bed soon after hearing footsteps marched to her bedroom. Her face flashed brightly. She tidied up her hair with her fingers. She didn’t want to look messy in the eye of her special guest.

Alina’s facial expression turned gloomy when Ansel came alone. “Where’s Qeiza?” she asked. “You met her, didn't you?”

Ansel sat on the left side of Alina. He forced his lips curving up. “Qeiza’s still very busy, Mom,” he said. “She’s accompanying her boss.”

Ansel’s heart was painful. He imagined Qeiza smile brightly at Chin Hwa. He wanted to get rid of that man from Qeiza’s side. Unfortunately, he couldn’t find them. There’s no other way for him but to tell a lie to Alina.

“She doesn’t work in your office?” Alina asked.

Ansel shook his head. “No, she doesn’t, Mom.”

“Why? It'll be better if she works in your office, right?”

Ansel