Chapter Eighty-One

Zyrielle's POV.

"And that's my cue to leave," Zyrielle spoke, seizing that opportunity to leave the house, with a small smirk on her face.

Cheryl's face crumpled in shock as soon as they left, she had never imagined in her wildest dreams that she would be facing such.

"You got a woman pregnant or what was Zyrielle saying?" She demanded from Lucas whose lips drew together in anger. He never expected her to understand what happened and also did not expect Zyrielle to come into his house unnoticed.

"Maxwell!" He yelled, before walking to the door and flinging it open. "Maxwell!" He yelled again.

This time Maxwell heard and began to run towards the house, his heart racing with every step he took. This was going to be a problem. He could already see his sack letter placed right in front of him as they let him go. He didn't know how to begin his explanations so that he did not get into trouble.

"Tell me why an intruder was in my house yet you didn't deem it fit to tell me," Lucas deman