Albert
“Excuse me, is this Preeda Chan’s house?” I ask the moment a man in a loose grey T-shirt and knee-length pants opens the door. Even though his face shape isn’t a heart-shaped one like Pree’s, his cheekbones and eyes bear a resemblance. Despite the fact that I have never met Pree’s family, I can assume he is the one.
“Who are you?” his hoarse voice asks.
“Oh, my apology for the late introduction. I am Albert Stanley.”
“And who are you looking for here?”
“Your daughter, I mean, Pree... well, Preeda Chan.”
His brows furrow in an instant after knowing who I am here to meet. “What is the reason for you to meet my daughter at this hour? It is already dark.”
“I... I…” I trail off, feeling intimidated by his stern expression and voice. Pree is right. Her dad really is strict.
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