Chapter 93: Check up
John was speechless. He hadn’t expected Zamian to say that, although he knew it wasn’t the lady’s fault. Just before he could respond, Zamian continued, his voice even colder than before.
"Does she not know my wife is married to me?" The only part of Zamian’s statement that sounded less icy was when he said "wife."
How could John possibly answer that question? It wasn’t as if he could read the lady’s mind. Even if he could, he had never seen her before; this was just a report. Oh, if only he had gone through it beforehand.
"Umm... I don’t know, uh..." John stammered, carefully choosing his words, not wanting to anger Zamian further. He could feel the tension in the air, and it made him anxious. It was never easy dealing with Zamian when he was in this mood.
"How about you get some rest? If you keep this up, you might end up with permanent eye bags."
Zamian stilled. John began to rethink his decision. Would calling his boss’s wife by name be overstepping? But he needed to do it.
"That wouldn’t be good, you know. It might make you less handsome. What would your wife think?"
Zamian stood, his body tense, and for a moment, John thought he had pushed too far. However, just the mention of Mira’s name seemed to change Zamian’s demeanor. John almost smiled at the thought; it was as if Zamian’s mood was directly tied to his wife.
As Zamian began walking toward the door, John felt a wave of relief wash over him. Maybe they could put this conversation behind them. Just as he was about to sigh in relief, Zamian turned.
"Have I changed?" Zamian asked, curiosity evident in his tone.
"Um..." John didn’t understand the question. Was Zamian actually seeking reassurance about his looks?