He's My Brother Not My Wife
I Love You, My Love
Mubai's breathing was stifled at the question Noah was asking with a serious expression and a firm intonation. Looking deeper, Noah's eyes had blocked many question marks and could not wait to execute them one by one.
Shit!! Why should I? Mubai thought with goosebumps.
Mubai chipped a small beer glass on the table, soaking his originally dry esophagus because of this sudden question.
Noah did not respond to Mubai's reply. Noah knew how this man felt when he lied. He's getting restless...