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God! Why does he have to be the one to open the door? Glancing up, I flash him a smile. “Good evening, Dad. It’s nice to see you.”
Lifting his hand, he mumbles something as he turns around and walks into the house. I let out a breath and shake my head, as I follow him into the living room. He plops on the leather couch while I settle on the two-seater matching couch opposite him, placing the bouquet on the coffee table.
He clears his throat. “Why are you even here?”
“To pick up my wife.”
He narrows his eyes on me, trying to intimidate me. “I do believe she is more of my daughter than your wife.”
Instead of showing my disdain, a wide grin moves across my face as I make myself comfortable on the couch. “Looks like you are still not very happy about our marriage?”
He raises an eyebrow. “I guess you can say that. It’s no secret that she is the one who chose this marriage for herself. Given a choice, I wouldn’t have ever given my approval to marry someone like you.”
My smile fades as my eyes turn serious. “I am aware that she has taken this decision for her family who means the world to her.” I don’t hesitate to look right in the eye and tell him just what I think. “And I am aware that you think I am a womaniser, given my history, but let me tell you that I have changed to be a better man. Believe me when I say that I love my wife more than anyone else in the world. This bond between us is real and precious, and I will try my best to nurture our relationship.”
He lets out a mirthless, bitter, contemptuous laugh. “You think by getting flowers and these sweet talks of yours I’m going to give you my blessings wholeheartedly and love you like my son?”
His words do hurt me and my pulse is about to pound my heart out of my chest but I stay quiet, taking on the daggers he is throwing my way.
“No, if I were in your place, I would also have the same protective feeling. But I will be damn if I don’t prove myself worthy of your daughter. Deep down in my heart I know she is one in a million, and I am beyond lucky to have her as my wife.” I give him a simple, earnest response with conviction on my face.
“Optimistic, aren’t you?” He conceals his grin with a curt nod. “She is the best blessing that has ever happen to my wife and me. When we held her in our arms for the first time, we felt like we had the entire world there. And I must have warned you before but I don’t mind repeating myself that if you hurt her in anyway than I won’t hesitate to dig you six feet under the ground.”
“By all means.” I nod.
He snarls his lip. “I bank on you to cherish her and give her the respect she deserves.”
“I want nothing more than to give her all the happiness and much more.”
With a huff, he crosses his arms over his chest, pinning me down with his stare. “I don’t like this.”
I attempt to hold back my smile. “How do you suggest for us to tackle this issue so that you can be assured that your daughter is in good hands?”
He lets out a gruff laugh. “I doubt I’ll ever be happy about this.”
Swallowing hard, I look around, desperately waiting for Alisha to appear.
“Do you know how to cook?”
He changes the topic instantly which makes me wonder where is it going. This old man is not going to let me off the hook.
“Yes. I usually prefer to prepare my meals when I don’t have the staff around.”
“Interesting. How about you help me in the kitchen and show me how good you are while I take care of cutting the veggies. Just for your knowledge, I am very good at chopping.”
I start perspiring. His suggestion fills me with the image of this man holding a knife with me in the same room. Before I can reply, I hear Alisha’s mom. I wipe the sweat formed on my forehead and breathe out in relief. Thank God they came to my rescue.
“Hello, Son. It’s so good to have you for dinner.” She greets me as she sits next to her husband. “Nice flowers.”
“Thanks, Mom.” I reply as my gaze falls on my wife who walks towards me with a coffee mug in a tray.
“That’s my favourite mug. Why are you serving him in that?” Her dad grumbles.
Alisha freezes as she looks between the two of us. Lifting my eyebrows, I take the coffee mug and take a sip.
“Dad, Mom asked me to serve in this.”
“Did you?” he asks, turning to his wife as I attempt to hold back my grin.
