Her loud voice startled Declan, who sat up slowly as he rubbed his eyes.
"Um… hey, Mom… Good morning. What time is it?" He looked for his phone and couldn't find it.
His brain had not yet begun to function properly when he heard his mother's another sharp question, "Did you argue with my daughter-in-law? Did you upset her?"
"What?" He scratched his head and looked up at her with a puzzle written on his face.
He gradually remembered how he had escaped the awkward situation last night. He was embarrassed when he thought about how his desire had almost caused him to lose control of himself. He should keep a safe distance from Yasmin until she gives birth. The best option was to keep himself as busy as he could.
"Why are you not answering me? Did you hurt her?"
Facing her stern glare, Declan was dumbfounded. He was a little annoyed too. It was Yasmin who made him uncomfortable, and here, his mother was scolding him. It was not fair at all.
