Hidden Mate
Wiping my icy cold palms on my lap, I uttered, “I am glad, then.”
“If that is the case,” he said, “Then, I had to welcome you with open arms. Dwight and Brett are like my sons too. Therefore, I will treat you like my own daughter. Do you think you can treat me as your father too?”
I will treat the person who might kill me as my father?
‘What a bunch of nonsense.’
But although I am so against of it, I admit he sounds genuine with his offer.
“I g-guess so,” I murmured.
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