"And you don't like me?" Layla's voice trembled with an unspoken need; seeing him that close after a long time, especially when she had missed him immensely, clouded her rational mind. She wanted him now.
Unlike her, that wasn't the case with poor Michael; her growing fondness only added to his fear, and before Layla could take another step forward, he dashed away from the room like a mouse, leaving Layla unsatisfied.
"Was I too fast?" Layla uttered to herself and smiled at her silliness. Of course, it was a given for Michael to react that way, considering he considers her a threat.
Next time, Michael brought Frank with him to meet the kids. He had been observant about them and would eavesdrop on Layla when she would take them out, sometimes on the balcony or other times in the garden. Layla was well aware of his curious gaze wanting to get close to the babies.
