All About A Son

"Miss Anna, can we talk? " Anthon's question made her shiver deep inside but somehow she managed to display a calm facade.

"There's nothing interesting to talk about me. " She looked straight into his eyes in an intimidating gaze.

"Let's talk about any uninteresting things over lunch. My house is just a block away."

It was an invitation from him which was quite amusing. Few minutes ago, he was demanding for a lunch treat, and now, it was he who was inviting her. Curious of what his house looked like, she agreed.

His house was also a two - storey building, but the floor and lot area was twice bigger than hers. The overall blend of colors was light and feminine. It was also well - furnished with elegant furnitures and branded appliances of latest models. What caught his attention was a life - size abstract painting of a woman that looked like her. What a coincidence! Her rescuer had also this type of painting. Could he also had an oil painting in his bedroom?