In Your Face, Zaire!

Chapter Five Hundred And Nine

“Miss Lana.” Zaire suddenly called out, “Welcome home. I do hope you had a pleasant trip.”

Maya had jumped when he had suddenly spoken to her and now she tried to calm her nerves, smiling nervously.

“Why, yes” she said, in a small voice, “I was … I had a great time.”

She did not know if Zaire was being sarcastic by asking her that, as if he did not know what transpired at the mall earlier that day.

Or was it because he truly did not know?

Damien watched both of them closely, his expression unreadable. He noted that Maya was a great deal polite with Zaire, even though the latter was very free with her. He wondered why that was though.

Just now when Zaire had called her name, she had jumped in fright.

And she was also not looking at him as she spoke. Rather she was just fidgeting with her hair and wringing her hands while looking at the ground, the sky, his shoes…

Anywhere but his face.

If he didn’t know better, he would have thought that she was being bash