Chapter 890 Seeing Another Man Again

Peter was sitting on the couch and smoking, looking melancholy. Kisa glanced at him, then went and poured herself a glass of water. Holding the glass of water, she sat down on the other end of the couch and sipped on the water, with no intention of speaking first. Peter puffed out a ring of smoke and asked, "Where is Jolina?" His tone of voice was anything but polite, like that of a debt collector. 'There is no wonder Jolina is avoiding him every time,' Kisa thought to herself and then said, "I have no idea." "You have no idea?" Peter sneered. "If you have no idea, then why the f*ck are you at her house?" "Should I necessarily know where she is just because I'm at her house?" Her reply dumbfounded him. He suddenly kicked the coffee table. "Where the hell is Jolina? Are you going to tell me?" Looking at the man's angry face, Kisa said absently, "She has left home since six o'clock." "Since six o'clock?" Peter frowned. "What was she doing going out since six o'clock? Is she seein