=AGATHA=
“I’m really sorry for lying to you in the past about my father. However, in my mother’s case, I had met her after the divorce.” I said as we continued standing in front of the mansion. Somehow, I just want to say that before we go on.
“It’s fine. I also have my own secrets that I couldn’t tell you before.” Dylan assured as he stroked my chin.
“Really? Will I have the honor of hearing it?”
“Of course but maybe another day.” He said and bent down to kiss me. After telling him my story, the kiss seems sweeter than before but a cough broke us apart.
“If you don’t have an intention to come in then go away. Don’t flirt in front of us single men.” My father said as he stood on the steps of the front entrance.
=DYLAN=
A man in his 30s stood in front of us with a scowl
