Aria Richardson cleared her throat lightly, keeping a straight face, as she pushed Wyatt aside, "Stand properly."
She pretended to be angry, "So tell me, what's the deal with that girl you came back with? I saw her clinging to you. Why did she send you back? Don't you have a driver?"
Wyatt saw Aria was upset and immediately became honest and straightforward, "She's a newly hired assistant, but I swear, I didn't hire her."
Aria crossed her arms, "A pretty assistant, feeling comfortable, aren't you, Wyatt?"
Wyatt listened to her sarcastic tone and became even more nervous, afraid he'd be kicked to sleep in the living room tonight.
"Not comfortable, not comfortable at all." Wyatt leaned closer to Aria, but she deftly avoided him.
Aria pointed to a spot on the floor, "Stand there, don't move. Don't touch me until you explain clearly."
Wyatt felt aggrieved, irritatingly scratching his head.
"Go on, newly hired assistant, and then?"
