Jasmine who was sitting back on the bed looked at Keenan who had just arrived with a bent face. Her husband came over to her and got into bed, lay beside her, and put his arm around her stomach.
"What's wrong? I heard a commotion downstairs." Jasmine ruffled Keenan's hair with her fingers.
"I don't know, I feel annoyed with Keyra. She left without saying goodbye and came back until almost evening, making everyone worried but she didn't accept the blame," said Keenan in an annoyed tone.
"Patience, maybe she has something that makes her have to go all day. Don't face all the problems by accusing each other until there is a war of words, it's unpleasant to hear and makes the atmosphere at home so hot," Jasmine exclaimed softly, like a kindergarten teacher who was advising her stubborn student.
Keenan looked up at Jasmine's beautiful face who was being stared at turned to look with raised eyebrows.
"Why?" she asked.
