Gyllena's gasp echoed through the interior of the restaurant, breaking the silence.
"Are you lose your mind? No way I will pay you that much!" She hissed. She staring at Theo as if the man had just pointed a knife to her neck.
Gyllena was not alone in her surprise.
"Mister Roost, this joke is...not funny," Tizmilly interrupted, her smile stiff and forced.
But Theo didn't waver. His jaw kept shut tight, his gaze locked to Gyllena's pupils with an intensity that made the room felt narrow. "I am not joking," he answered flatly.
Calary, Theo's mother, knitted her eyebrows deeply. She extended her left hand, sticking her back hand on his forehead with worried expression.
"The temperature is normal..." She muttered, before breathed a long sigh that made her shoulders drop relievedly. "That's good."
Theo's guard finally crumbled a little. He frowned, but he let his mother checking his temperature. "Mom, I am not sick, okay?" said Theo with a bitter smile.
