My father was seated in the living room, waiting for us. He had a serious expression, and his arms were crossed.
"Leslie, you're finally home," he said, looking at me without a trace of warmth.
While I wasn't expecting a warm welcome when I came home, his current attitude made me feel frightened. I quickly walked over and bowed my head, "Greetings, Father."
Morgan stepped forward, also feeling slightly frightened, "What's wrong, Father?"
He completely ignored her and coldly stared at me.
"Did you have fun on your trip?" he asked in a way that told me he found something out.
I took a deep breath, doing my best to maintain my usual, "Leslie Moresi" expression. "What do you mean, Father? While it was nice to experience a new place, I was very busy the entire time."
Very busy in bed with Christian.
Morgan even laughed, "Just look at her, Father. She's got dark circles under her eyes! It looks like she didn't sleep all week.
I pretty much didn't.
