KING
"Are you threatening me because I am worried about your unhealthy habits?" She asked incredulously.
I matched her gaze. "You are worried about unhealthy habits of your destined killer?"
She blinked, tightening her lips in a thin line. "Yes. My killer or not, you are the only person who will look after my family after I die. So, it's obvious that I am worried about you. What if one day you die in the next couple of months at the age of fifty due to-"
"What did you said?"
"What?" She asked feigning innocence.
"About my age."
"Oh, well. It's true isn't it?" A sly smile graced the corner of her lips.
"I am not fifty," I grumbled.
"Really? Oh my apologise, Grandpa. I was not aware that you are in your sixties." She burst out laughing at her own joke that was not at all funny if you ask me.
I ignored her and was laying down when she stopped me touching my shoulder. "ok...ok... I am sorry."
