Chapter 93 - 92. Behind The Stage
With mouth still full of canapés, Sarah greeted the first son back. "Owh--ih yuh, offah."
Mason’s furrowed brows grew deeper as he looked at Sarah disapprovingly. First, the way she spoke with food still in her mouth, made him wince and stop in his tracks before any stray crumb landed on his suit.
Second, the way Sarah bared her skin for all to see.
He glanced sharply at the bodyguard behind her, the one who had seen the rest of it, which was not concealed by the dress. He didn’t care much at first, since he could just get rid of the man easily once the time came. But something he had heard from the aunt lately had made him worried. And pissed.
Seeing this dog, which was supposed of a lowly birth, getting dolled up in a brand new suit and had the girls and women glancing his way was infuriating. Even more so seeing Sarah kept her hands around the dog’s arm most of the time.
Eyes twitching at the handsome appearance even he could not deny, Mason addressed the bodyguard coldly. "Get me some drinks, pup."
"Hey, you can’t call him that! I’m the only one who can!" Sarah pulled the bodyguard behind her, as if protecting the man. She pursed her lips as if someone was disturbing her favorite pet, and it did not quell Mason’s irritation one bit.
"Fine," the first son rolled his eyes. "Get me some drinks, dog."
"Oppa! Why are you ordering my man around?"
Her man? The corner of Mason’s eye twitched. He was trying to be nonchalant, but his voice came out sharp and dripped with mockery. "Why not? He is still our family’s servant."
"No, he is mine," Sarah twisted her lips and glared at the older man.