Chapter 41

• After a while of settling, "so," Marcos' father called the clattering and clanking of spoons and forks against the dishes. "Won't you introduce us to your mate Marcos?"
• Keeping his face as cold as it always was, "not now," he said, with a slight crease between his brows, adding without a pause, "I'm eating."
• "I am just so eager to get to know a new addition to the family; what's wrong with that?" Not minding the reproach in his son's voice, his thick skin acted like a shield.