Seventeen

Naya's POV

When Zach's father, my father-in-law, ordered me to sit, I turned my head to look at Zach, because I didn't understand what was happening.

I saw that Zach wasn't also happy with the way his father talked to me, but he didn't say anything. I could see the look of defence in his eyes, and an emotion that I didn't notice before.

His eyes sparked with something, and before any more weird thing happened, I instantly dragged a chair out, before Zach had the chance to.

I sat down directly opposite my father-in-law, and Zach took the seat that was directly beside it. The atmosphere in the dining room was choking, even with the fact that we were just three present.

The thoughts of something being wrong clouded my head, and I suddenly had the feeling to ask Zach what was wrong as my husband, I was weirdly feeling like a wife.

"What's wrong? Are you okay?" I asked Zach, and he stole a glance at his father before looking back at me.

"Yeah, I'll call the maid," Zach said, and stood up a