Zyran could only watch the girl fast asleep on his arm; he couldn't even stay mad at her. She was carrying his own child, and it was his responsibility to make sure she lacked nothing. And all this while, the girl had never made him feel frustrated as she had done in one day.
And now she thinks it's the work making him stressed? Zyran sighed, reaching for his pocket to get a lighter and cigarette, but when his finger grazed the metallic cold body of the lighter, Mila hummed in her sleep.
Zyran gritted his jaw and let go. Even when he was trying to ease stress by smoking, he could no longer do all of that because he had to consider the girl and the baby. Zyran threw his head back, resting on the car seat. Even as a child, every adult around him smoked and drank like it was nothing. The reason why he was being considerate, he didn't know.
"Urgh..." Zyran groaned, rubbing his forehead.
The head guard turned, "Do you need something?" the young man asked diligently.
