I stood up from my kneeling position, and face my husband.
Sly was silently throwing daggers at Mr Tym who was Also doing the same.
I can understand why Mr Tym is glaring at him, but I don't understand why Sly is doing the same.
"Who are you? What are you doing in my office?" Mr Tym narrowed his eyes at Sly. If his eye was to be a gun, my poor handsome husband would have been six feet in the grave by now.
"He's my—"
"Oh my God, Sly! You are here, already?" Brit came out from where she was. She expertly cut my words off, with how excited she was to see my husband.
"I can see you know him." Mr Tym frowned, "Who are you?" He sounded hostile towards Sly, who wasn't paying any attention to him.
"Are you through with what you are doing, Lee? Let's go—"
"You are not taking my student with you if you don't tell me who you are, Mr stranger.
Just who the hell are you?"
"It's okay, Mr Tym. He's my—"
