CHAPTER 132: Flowers From Who?

TYSHA

"Why are you with those two punks?" Charles's question, laced with irritation, grated on my nerves. I took a deep breath, trying to maintain my composure as I addressed him.

I wanted today to be calm and enjoyable, especially since it was Mother's Day—a day meant for a mother like me. However, the tension and drama from earlier were already giving me a headache.

"I didn't appreciate the way you acted, Charles, especially in front of my colleague," I stated calmly, hoping to reason with him.

But Charles remained steadfast in his stance. "What? I'm just marking my territory," he argued. "He needs to know that you're off-limits now."

His words only added to my frustration. I didn't need Charles to assert his dominance like some territorial animal. I needed understanding and respect, especially on a day meant to celebrate motherhood.

As Charles's arrogance persisted in his tone, I chose to remain silent. It felt like talking would only lead to further frustration, as his mind seemed