Hunter’s P.O.V.
“Why are you here, Grandpa? What do you exactly want?” I asked my grandfather in a stern voice. He chuckled and sat down on the couch again as were standing earlier. I also sat down on the chair where I guess Bethany was sitting earlier. He sighed and his face went serious. “You chose a wrong girl, Hunter. She is naïve and I don’t think that she can fit with you anywhere,” he said in a serious tone but I scoffed. “You think I don’t know about this?” I asked him in a mocking tone. He looked at me with serious gaze. “She is way too innocent to be with me but I have my own reasons for keeping her with me,” I continued, and he raised his brows.
“What exactly is the reason, Hunter?” he asked me in the same serious tone. I just kept my gaze locked on him instead of answering hi
