"Who are you?" Alfonso demanded.
Fernando's grip tightened on the phone.
Why was he so serious?
Did he have feelings for Ana?
"Her boyfriend," Fernando replied flatly before ending the call.
He tossed the old phone onto the passenger seat.
It kept buzzing for nearly ten minutes until the battery finally died.
When he got home, he loosened his tie and rolled up his sleeves.
The food was gone.
The dishes were washed.
Good girl.
He went straight to her room, knocked once, and entered.
Then he asked about her grandpa.
And she lied.
He hated liars.
He'd warned her twice already.
"T-this is none of your concern," she said, trying to sound brave.
But he could hear the fear trembling beneath her words.
"Is it?" he growled lowly.
This girl had a talent for pushing every one of his buttons.
"M…Mr. Ruiz," she stuttered.
That was it.
"Look at me, Ana!" he snapped.
She only bowed her head further.
His hand shot out, gripping her chin and jerking her face up.
