33 - The spoilt brat

Why would he want a baby when he wasn't married? "Who is it?" Loney's deep voice shook her from her trance.

"Jasmine," she yelled. Loney froze.

Danica couldn't see Loney's expression because of the hot steam from the shower room. The moisture had done a good job in creating a fog inside the shower room, getting an opaque effect. The bathroom was drowned by the sound of the splashing shower, as Loney murmured, "the spoilt brat." He thought his voice was swallowed by the splashing sound of the shower but didn't know Danica had heard him.

A wave of relief washed her. If Loney called Jasmine a spoilt brat, then a spoilt brat she was to him. That was enough for her. Sensing that Loney hadn't said anything, she wanted to leave when the sound of splashing water ceased. Loney stepped out of the shower, a towel wrapped around his waist. Danica felt heated up, as he walked towards her.

She stretched her hand to give him the phone but he didn't take it immediately. Instead, he held her by the