PEACEFUL DINNER.

Zeke hesitated to get out of the car as the driver opened the door for him because he knew that getting out of the car was meeting with everyone, including Camila’s parents.

It was his mother’s birthday two days ago and because everyone had said they were busy, she had fixed a dinner gathering for today.

He adjusted his collar, got out of the car, and then looked around the big mansion.

“Sir,” he sighted the butler from afar and then nodded his head at the man who bowed at him.

“This way, sir,” he said again.

Zeke nodded his head and then walked after the man who turned around and then walked ahead of him, leading him to the garden where they were probably having dinner.

“Your mother is so pissed,” he said.

Zeke hissed softly and then nodded his head. “How many people are present there?”

“Maybe five? Or more than,” he answered, not turning to look at him.

Zeke shook his head and walked silently behind the man for a while before he talked again, chuckling slightly.

“What are you worri