Deceiving His Own Self

“Thank you so much for coming here, Easton. We are glad to have you here, son,” Aniya said to him, smiling. He beamed back. Riccardo was still gazing at him and it was scaring the life out of Flora. She knew something was going inside her father's head because he was too sharp and keen headed. He could read a person just with a single glance, like he was analysing him now and if he caught something suspicious then it would be over for the worst.

“So do you live here alone?” Aniya asked. He wagged his head at her in his reply.

“Seems like you don't like speaking, just like Riccardo,” Aniya chuckled and looked at her husband.

“We finally found someone who can give you a competition in your silence battle,” she said to him and Riccardo passed a smile to his wife because her happiness meant the world to him.

“We have heard a lot of good things about you from Ora and you are just like she has described to us,” Aniya patted his head in a motherly way, making him lower his head more in resp