CHAPTER FIFTY NINE- Grandpa

Yanna

I shiver in fear as I turn around and lock eyes with an unsettling pair of green eyes which intensely stares back at me.

Dasha attempts to sit up but groans in pain.

“Are you her husband?” I don’t know what came over me to ask such an obvious question.

His lips thin out and he raises a brow at me. “Who are you?”

I glance at Sunny briefly who stands abruptly. “We were just leaving.” She makes her way to leave but he stretches out his hand to stop her.

He eyes her with a sick smirk on his lips. “I know you….don’t you work for Enzo Bernadi?”

Shit.

I clear my throat, bringing his attention to me in order to save Sunny. “You asked who I was, I’m Mrs Bernadi.” I sate with confidence.

He shamelessly rakes his eyes down my figure and chuckles. “Enzo is a lucky man….” He mutters to himself.

Disgust crawls up my skin, to think this relatively attractive man is a wife beater and still eyeing me like I’m his next treat.

“Honey, let’s go home.” Dasha calls out