Chapter 15

Leonardo Hunter

Silence was the only thing that prevailed in the room. Yet, it was cold as ice. My attention was solely focused on the man as he was taking a sip of his tea. His addiction. The only thing I know the old man enjoyed doing was creating time for himself to take tea.

And I know things weren’t good when he ignored me. Like I was invisible. No matter how hot-headed or proud I was, I succumbed to the old man. I know what he has done for me. That gratitude was something I would not take for granted. I breathed out a sharp breath.

“Papa, you haven’t said anything since the day I gave you the report,” I finally uttered, seeing the old man didn’t have the intention of talking.

The day I found my mate, I wasted no time disclosing the news to him. After searching for more than a month and so, I expected it to be so easy. I planned to bring her over on the first day, but then, it was harder than I expected. The audacity of her, the spitfire in her e