Sylvia's POV
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I couldn't help but freeze in place, staring blankly at the person now standing in front of my door.
He had that same awkward smile on his face, nervously scratching the back of his head like he wasn't sure if he should stay or turn around and leave.
"Uhm… H-Hi. I mean, G-good morning.."
I didn't bother returning the greeting. I just looked at him, expressionless, waiting for him to get to the point—or better yet, disappear.
"Ahem… ahm, where are the kids?" he asked, trying to peer past me into the house like he might catch a glimpse of them if he looked hard enough.
My eyes narrowed.
"What are you doing here?" I asked sharply, not bothering to hide the irritation in my voice.
He let out a nervous laugh, still scratching his head. "Ah, haha… what am I doing here?" he said, like it was some kind of joke.
I rolled my eyes. Of course, he didn't even have a reason. Typical. Without wasting another second, I reached for the door and started to close it.
