Chapter 081 What do you mean

Eumerriah’s Point of View

“What are you doing here? You’re not the one I was expecting,” he said, flustered.

“What is that? W-why do you have that? What are you doing?” I pointed at what he was holding and noticed the handcuffs on the sofa.

“Leave now. Use that door,” he instructed, pointing to a small door.

I scanned the entire room. There was wine and a wine glass on the center table, handcuffs on the sofa, and a small bench behind the counter.

“W-what happened here?”

“Don’t be nosy. I don’t owe you any explanations, unless you want to take the place of the person I’m waiting for?” he asked with a smirk.

I’m not a child. I’m also not naive about what I’m seeing. I know the answer, but I’m not sure why I even bothered to ask him. I slapped him hard across the face, unsure if it was because of what he said or because of the court invitation his lawyer sent.

“Leave now,” he said after recovering from the slap. He sat back down and put his mask back on. “If she catches you here and back