A mischievous glint flickered in Lara's eyes, and she asked, "When did the two of you start to live together like a husband and wife?"
Rion heaved a defeated sigh, knowing well that there was nothing else he could say to make his mother believe otherwise.
"From last night," he replied with a faint smile.
Upon seeing his bland reaction, Lara clicked her tongue and complained, "Aw! I wanted to see you get all flustered!"
'Which one of us is the child again?' He genuinely wondered and shifted in his bed to stand.
Before he could step down, Lara closed the distance between them and said gently, "Let's talk for a few minutes..."
He turned his head towards her and frowned, "Is something wrong?"
Lara shook her head, settled on Dora's bed and spoke with a low chuckle, "Do I have to wait till something is wrong to talk to my own son?"
Rion scratched the back of his head and mumbled with a wry smile, "That's not what I meant..."
Another chuckle escaped her.
