Tristan's POV
For the second time since Fredrick and I walked in here, I could easily say that I had rendered him speechless. Again. If I was being honest, I think I had done that more than twice, I just happened to have taken count of those two times, or paid more attention to them rather.
I stifled a groan. A while had passed since I had told Fredrick to introduce me as his nephew but he was still silent. Mute. If his daughter were to walk in on us right now, I wouldn't be surprised if she blamed me for doing something to her father, or his ability to speak. I had even cleared my throat a couple of times, but the man in front of me seemed to be lost in his own world.
Was it that of a big deal that he had to think it through first, or was there another reason why he didn't want to a
