Mr Mathew is going to be a dead meat.

“Who is it?“ Cullian asked.

“uhh—,” I stuttered.

“It's him right?“

“Who?“ I asked, although I know what he meant, I knew he was asking about

Mr Matthew. And he was right Mr Matthew was calling me that late at night, why would he be calling me by this time if he collected my number for the advantage of the kids?

Cullian raised a brow, staring at me.

“Why are you looking at me like that, it might probably be a mistake, he must have butt dialled me,” I mumbled.

“He must have butt dialled you, yet this is the third time your phone is ringing?Look honey, why do you have to act like you don't know what I'm talking about, all you should do is to tell me I said so earlier and I was right, it wouldn't take you anything,” Cullian said.

“Alright fine, you're right, I'm sorry it's just that you're always right, and it makes me feel sad sometimes when you predict things and then it happens just like you say it would,” I mumbled.

“It's Alright darling, you just have to do the right thing, if it h