Chapter forty six

Demetria heaved a sigh and look seriously at Irish. She gave a look from her head to toe checking what Basil saw in her. She even compared Irish to Celestina and she probably sees the difference between them. All of a sudden, Demetria walked at her and Irish unconsciously stepped backward in nervous. Irish closed her eyes when she is almost near to her. In a second, she received a hugged coming from Demetria.

"Well, I'm glad that my son chose a woman wisely." Demetria tapped her back. "I like you for my son than to the biatch Celestina." She added and released from their hugs.

"You-you knew her?" Irish stammered.

Demetria raised her eyebrow. "Oh? Don't tell me you meet her? Your reaction is telling me that you are."

"Yes, I met her Tit—"

"Call me Mommy, darling," she cut her.

"Okay po Mommy?" Irish said awkwardly, "She was here yesterday."

"Ho-ho I feel something bad will happen sooner," Goran laughed out.

Demetria glared at him. "Shut up old hog! Let's talk in my room darling." She h