Viola Harris slapped him, "Depends on my mood."
"Hiss!" Finn Wilson drew in a sharp breath, "Be careful not to damage it."
Viola glanced disdainfully at a certain spot, "If it breaks so easily, it just means it's of poor quality."
Finn: "..."
Viola got out of the car, with Finn following behind, wrapping an arm around her waist and kissing her for a while. He said, "You've had a long night, rest well at home. I'm heading to the office. Breakfast is on the table, if it gets cold, just heat it in the microwave."
"Got it, drive safely."
Watching Finn drive away, Viola went inside, hastily ate a few bites, took a shower, dried her hair, and then fell asleep.
Suddenly, a cool sensation on her face made Viola wake up almost instantly.
"Mom?" Viola looked at Melody Sheffield towering over her, wiping her face with her hand, somewhat confused, "Why are you here? When did you come?"
