Chapter 117: Chapter 117

CIARA POV.

Oh God.

Those were the first two words that settled into my mind, it was absolutely nothing like I had bargained for, why was Rosa here by this time of the day, so late.

Evans passed me a look and I grieved a fake smile set against my lips. I didn't know why I didn't like that she was at our home so late at night…she had been acting so stuck up on her zon and seemed to be forgetting he was soon to be my very own husband and no longer her own property to freelance off, at times I felt like she was doing her best each time to get the weddings  off either days.

Maybe it was just some trauma and getting worked up thanks to me being an over-thinker, either ways it was odd and I got against it. I needed my words to be clear, my thoughts as well, was it just about time that set off boundaries for her.

She walked in through the door and the smile on my face fell, I could not anymore, it was obvious she knew we were both on tight ends and it was of no use faking for a smile.

If I did, then it was certainly going to mean I would be pinned to the spot, doing nothing else for as long as it was required but smile at her, and what was the point of arguing back and forth when it was already obvious that we were not on good terms.

“mom, why are you out here so late?, I mean… you could have least called me over, I would have dropped by your house or at least have the maids send something, it's so late, and you didn't drive yourself did you?.'' Evans questioned just like the loving son and caring man he grew up to be.

At times I wondered if he actually had some hidden traits he got from his mother deep down beneath all his skill and those were merely a facade..

But most times I wondered if he was really innocent or merely playing  to whatever silly ass tricks It was the this mother had probably cooked all up on purpose, she fucking knew what it was that she was doing, she knew how right it was to have my feets pulled but I was not interested in having a brawl with her, at least not tonight..

“I'm sorry, you should not be acting up like you are actually worried it , I bet if I had called you out then you would probably have found out some don't of lie to give, besides some other people might not be so happy with that process, you seem to be forgetting about your mother days after day, … you've become all grown haven't you?.” she asked.

She was already getting on my nerves, acting like she had not seen me standing there and hurling insults at me, I swore at the point I was so close as fuck tempted to fucking tell her she was working me up, like I had all the mind to say it but I had still the little bit of self esteem  left even when it felt like she had none of that anymore.

“Evans, would you please ask her why she was here so late? All by herself… Maybe if you ask her, it would sound like you are genuinely worried since all she is ever doing to her or mean is the negative aspects, I mean It is just so late last night for even young people not to speak of oldies like her.

There are tons of dead ass drunk men and people out there, what if they ran into her and something bad happened?.” I asked as Evans squinted his eyes as a sign that it was enough , he wanted me shut.. He wanted my peace held and I was not like I intended on getting myself worked up within his words but he said nothing  after her and  I had done since he had no plans of doing anything as such I may have spoken way faster than he had done.

“No such a thing would ever happen to me, okay? How about you get your harsh words out, who are you calling oldies now?.” she asked, flaring up immediately, I rolled my eyes raised my hand ain't the air…

Of course I know just how much of a hypocrite she certainly was, she had a lot on her mind and whatever it was that she intended on doing, it was better she laid it off and said it to me.

“you see… this is what I fucking talk about, every  time it's  like she is seating calmly, waiting for a single mistake or anything of such… I don't know anymore… but talk to your mother, she can't just show how he's he wants picking up a fight how she wants each time.” I complaints ..

“babe… easy now, she's my mother you know.” Evans finally spoke up, I went sour suddenly, I swore I saw a quick smug grin crawl up her face before and soon after all normal again.

Was this how she had felt earlier? Last night, when she had taken sides with me and not her…

I had never thought it would be so harsh on her especially with the sudden twists in her behaviors, I could no longer have it down.

“Now she's your mother? And all because of  she gets to do and say what it is she feels like and I don't have such privileges? Okay fine! You both suit yourself, she is your mother and I have a son to tend to.”

“ciara no, common now let's have all this sorted out, stop being this way.”

His words only made things even worse, I could not tell anymore, if he really meant all that he said or he was merely pulling my legs, because what was the whole talk with him and his mother..

I was the devil now, but she could walk up to my home and correct my manners of speech like she was not actually old already for real.

I stormed toward Alfred, picked him up and headed down the stairs as I opened the door, slamming it as loud as I could.