Mrs. Hockings’ jaw dropped as the car stopped before a house that looked like it was straight out of fairytale land. The house was magnificent _ it would be the third time her mouth had dropped down at the sights before her. The first time was when the white limousine had stopped in front of the house and the man, Kevin who announced himself as Abraham Connor's assigned driver had stepped out to tell them that he would be the one driving them to their destination for the day. She glanced at her husband and heaved a sigh of relief. She was more than relieved that her husband came with her, she was not sure how she would have to deal with the overwhelming feeling of being in such a sophisticated presence after so long of being a social outcast. That day at the court session, one of her friends had witnessed the whole session and even took a video and had gone to show it to all her other friends so when she had approached her friends in the hope of comfort after the entire event that we
Sheila eyed Abraham who was speaking with the chef who had prepared the dishes for tonight's dinner with her family and rolled her eyes. She was totally against her parents meeting Abraham but when Abraham had suggested it to her yesterday night, she did not know how to say no and all she could do was agree to the scary idea. She knew the type of parents she had and she also knew who Abraham Connor was_ the two of them together were screaming disaster and even if it was not going to be as disastrous as she pictured it she knew it would not end well. Sheila knew for starters that Abraham had no reason to want to meet her parents, not especially since they were not even dating for real. She had pondered over and over the reason for the invite and came to the conclusion that Abraham was just doing it to show her what was at stake if she tried anything funny, especially now that she knew the identity of his secret cult. She growled, running her hand over her face in distress. But the war
“I have already told you, Sheila, calm down. All I want to do is get to know the family of the woman I've been staying with for some months and the people that have been sharing my money,” Abraham stated, his fingers tapping absentmindedly on the dining table although his gaze was trained on her. She tensed when he made the latter fill her with dread but she did not have time to dwell on it and she was interrupted by the sound of approaching footsteps. She smiled stiffly as her attention turned to the sound of people exchanging pleasantries at the other side of the closed door, her shoulders hunched up in a tensed form. For a moment she had been hoping that her father would have been able to convince her mother to ditch the dinner, which was the reason she specifically did not invite her father. Her plan had been simple, all she needed to do since she could not change Abraham's mind about the cursed dinner, was to get it done from her parents side. The plan was simple. So simple, all
“It's nothing, Mrs. Hockings. We haven't been waiting for long and if I was being sincere I would just say that you were right on time.”Sheila couldn't resist the urge to roll her eyes at his comment. Abraham was being awfully nice and weird, and the worst part about it all was that she had no idea what could be going on with him or what sinister plan he was trying to achieve with bringing her parents over. She glanced in her father's direction and it seemed she was not the only one getting suspicious about his actions because her father's eyes were narrowed at Abraham and he was eyeing him with caution.“Come honey, sit,” Mr. Hockings said in a firm voice, that gave no room for argument. He held out the chair that was further away from Abraham out for his mother and helped her seat. Sheila watched her mother smile thankfully with her cheeks a brighter shade of red as she moved to sit on the chair. Sheila felt a hint of jealousy and giddiness. Jealousy, because it has been a very lon
“No specific reason really, I just thought that it was about time I got familiar with the parents of my girlfriend and aside from that I know Sheila has missed you both a great deal even though she is too busy to visit,” Abraham responded with a light shrug.But from the scowl on Sheila's father's face, one could tell that Abraham's response was unsatisfactory for him. “And so? She misses us but I still don't see how that is a reason solid enough for our being here, Connor,” her father said icily, leveling his gaze with Abraham.Abraham tilted to the left, his lips quivering upward a bit. “I do not believe there is anything wrong with me wanting your company, Mr. Hockings. Or is there a problem I am unaware of?”The moment her father opened his mouth, Sheila immediately butted in. Her father was already getting carried away with the unnecessary banter and the worse is that Abraham was intentionally playing his strings to get a reply from him.“What my father is just trying to say is t
“What my father is just trying to say is that it seems a little weird that your invitation is only coming now despite my being with you which has happened a while back now,” Sheila said quickly, trying to pacify the tense atmosphere which as expected ended as an epic fail as her father glared in her direction, challenging her openly. It was obvious her father would not be backing down easily.“Oh, I see. All this is about a late invitation but I want you to be rest assured that I simply just did what I had to and I also needed to be sure of my new company before I could proceed to reach out to any other person related to her,” Abraham responded lightly, briefly glancing in Sheila's direction to smile at her.Mrs. Hockings flashed a smile as if oblivious to all the tension in the atmosphere and quickly chipped in, “Well I'm glad you are sure of Sheila now, sure enough to invite us.”Abraham chuckled looking at Mrs. Hockings with an incredulous look, “I never said I was sure yet but we
If there was one thing Sheila would miss when she finally left Abraham, it would be the highly standardized chef who was capable of cooking mouthwatering food that she could hands down describe as the best food she has tasted in forever. It was nothing compared to what the chef her family had used to cook and they had been described as the best in the industry at that time, apparently, it was a lie. The dinner was not going as bad as she imagined, well at least her father and Abraham had not gotten into any physical fights yet so she could call this a good sign for them. Nothing was going on at the table except for small talk, Abraham was fully focused on whatever her mother had to say and ignored the rest at the table_ although Sheila knew this was a chance to initiate some kind of talk with her father, she just could not bring herself to. The moment she opened her mouth to say something to him she would get all tongue tied and then she was back to square one, mindlessly picking at
“So, Mr. Hockings, how is business going with the lawyers?” Abraham asked.“Fine,” Mr Hockings grunted out with a shrug.Abraham raised a brow at him, “Oh really, but my lawyers are telling me something entirely different.”“And what could that be, Connor?” Mr. Hockings countered, narrowing his gaze on Abraham.“You know, my lawyers will only be able to help you if you allow them to,” Abraham stated casually.Mr. Hockings tilted his head to the right to look at Abraham properly, “I never knew you were this interested in my involvement with the lawyers, Connor. I don't know if I should feel honored to know this fact.”Abraham chuckled, “I will not try to stop you if feeling honored is how you think you should feel but I will not impose any feelings on you, Mr. Hockings. And of course, I think I should be concerned with your attempt to get back what has been confiscated from your family, aside from the fact that it happens to be my lawyers you are making use of it also is of great impor