The Meeting

Hayri was already bothered by her figurative statements. There's no other reason he could think of that would make him hate her except for the closest possibility that she could be her dad's mistress. If not, she could be the daughter of her dad's other women or flings. He wouldn't also believe that she could be his stepsister, or else his father wouldn't allow them to stay under the same roof together.

"Can you tell me about it now? If you are my dad's mistress or a daughter of one of his mistresses, I swear, I would never hate you. "

Surprised and amused by his answer, she suddenly giggled out loudly and pinched him at his side. "Is that how you see me?"

"Then why would I hate you?" He paused laughing for a while, raising one brow up, as he was also carried away by her giggling.

"Forget it for a while. It would no longer be a big suprise. " Hayri could only gave out a long sigh as this woman could easily make him concede to whatever aspect they were in contest of.