He smiled at her patiently and put the bag down. “How are you, my dear?” he asked her. He was not pleased she was here, invading his little bubble, no longer letting him be alone in his space.
She sighed and turned to look at him with her lips pursed. She looked him over again with slight disgust before answering. ‘Fine. How’s our little sweet angel doing?’ Her voice dripped with sarcasm as she forced a smile.
“She’s very well, if a bit moody. But I understand thats common in pregnant women.” Scott replied, matching her smile.
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‘Goodbye darling.’ She said without any kind of emotion before slamming the door and making her way to b.
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“I want to slit your throat and play around in your blood.” Be muttered under his breath. “Goodbye, Melissa.” He added...
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