Carla Rodriguez Black,
"Ethan, she is asking about your health and not the mess we have created," I whispered to him, and for a moment he seemed dumbfounded by the chaos that lay in front of him.
Then his face lit up like what I said made sense to him. " Oh, shit" he clasped his exposed buttocks with crimson cheeks. "Mother, I strictly told the doctor not to worry you with my business because I have already scheduled an operation for this week…" he spoke calmly and Sylvia raised her perfectly drawn eyebrow.
"Umh." She murmured with a stern poise.
" Besides it's the job of my wife to worry about me now and not you." He responded firmly and I gasped with shock.
So he does want me to worry about his welfare…. I sneered silently while glaring at him.
Mrs. Black frowned briefly but regained her composure, "I see," she replied, her voice icy. "I suppose I should've called before coming over. Clearly, I've interrupted something... intimate." She added.
Ethan's grip on my arm tightened, a pro
