The old man settled into the couch beside Carmela, his eyes gleaming with a mix of amusement and calculation. "My granddaughter-in-law looks pretty," he remarked, his tone deceptively casual. I couldn't shake the feeling that he had a hidden agenda. "There must be something special about you to make my grandson visit," he added, his words laced with a chuckle that Carmela echoed, though I found nothing amusing in his statement.
"If you're done interrogating my wife, perhaps you'd let her rest? Our journey was far from pleasant," I said, gently pulling Carmela to her feet and leading her towards the door. My grandfather's kindness always came with strings attached, and I was wary of his true intentions.
The butler was waiting just outside "The butler will show you to our room," I whispered to Carmela, who nodded in understanding.
"You act as if I'm going to bite," the old man called out as I closed the door behind her.
