Chapter forty-eight:

AMELIA’s POV “Alright, alright. Let's not talk about him anymore, our focus should be on Charles and Ivana.” Cassio said, to ease the tension. “My apologies for speaking about him like that, at the end of the day, he's still your mate.” Scymodus muttered. “It's alright, I didn't pick offence.” I smiled. A knock at the door made us keep quiet. Our movement paused, as we simultaneously looked at each other. “Who could that be? I’m certainly not expecting any visitors. I declined all appointments.” Scymodus said in a hushed tone. “What if it's Charles and Ivana?” I whispered. “Then they would ha—” “Open the door for goodness sake!” A familiar voice exclaimed, it was Charles. “No, no, no. Don't give me that look. You should go get the door instead, Ivana would skin me alive.” Scymodus objected, as Cassio kept on forcing him to get the door. I stood up to open the door myself. “It's so good to be home.” Ivana muttered as she entered, closing her eyes probably to enjoy the warmth of the hous