Mika ran a hand down his face, acting utterly exasperated as he looked at Charlotte—so that he didn't encourage this sort of behaviour in the future, who was still twirling a strand of her hair with a mischievous smile plastered across her lips.
"Unbelievable." He muttered. "There's no getting through to you, is there?"
Charlotte tilted her head, pretending to look confused, but her smirk betrayed her.
"Through to me? Mika, don't say it like that. I only did what needed to be done. You should be thanking me, really." She said sweetly, as if she hadn't just orchestrated psychological warfare.
He turned away from her and looked straight at Yelena instead, his brows furrowed in disbelief.
"And you..." Mika pointed a finger at Yelena, who was calmly watching the exchange with her usual poised smile. "You're her mother! Aren't you going to say something to her?!"
