Chapter 38:

"Do you want to meet my father?" Arya wasn't sure she heard that, because she blinked slowly, and pressed further.

"Excuse me?" Her gaze was focused on the TV, but today the telenovela was none of her business because they were damn kissing in the play, why now universe? She heard perfectly, but she wanted to confirm, or more like she wanted him to say it again.

She placed her hand on her lap, taking in another steady breath, his living room was tense, neither said a word for a whooping ten seconds, until he repeated what he was saying.

"Will you like to meet my father?" He was asking now, "Arya, look at me."

Someone help her right now.

She craned her neck to gaze at his face, please don't look at me in the eye, please don't look at me in the eye, her prayer didn't seem to work, because he was paying all attention to her.

"Will you like to meet my father?" He reverted the word. "He's back in New York, and will like to meet my wife, Barbara will also be there, consider it a family dinn