Steven asked again, "I've been yakking my jaw off, I'm parched. Can I come in for a drink?"
Jeo was soft-hearted, and Steven had just done him a solid. He wasn't about to leave him high and dry. "Come on in."
Jeo went inside first to brew a pot of coffee for his ex-son-in-law. He wasn't sure if Steven would fancy his best coffee, though.
Steven wasn't a big fan of the strong aroma of this coffee, but beggars can't be choosers. Any coffee was good coffee. "I can drink anything."
Jeo quickly brewed the coffee and poured a cup for Steven. "I do owe you one for standing up for Hannah earlier."
Steven said, "Hannah is my wife. Speaking up for her is a no-brainer.”d2
Jeo said, "You guys are divorced, and she's not your wife anymore. You know that the last person Hannah wants to see is you. So, once you've finished your coffee, scram before she wakes up."
Steven felt like he'd been stabbed in the heart, but he kept a poker face. "Alright, I'll play by your rules."
Jeo said, "And don't show up here anymore."
Steven paused for a second as he lifted his coffee cup, but quickly regained his composure. "Sure, rest assured, I won't darken your doorstep unless Hannah agrees."
Steven agreed readily, and Jeo thought that was the last he'd see of him. But the next day, Steven showed up in the village again. He wasn’t here for Hannah; he was here for business. He was warmly welcomed by the local authorities and was taken to their model village for a visit.
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