After some time, Lucian’s father and brother walked into the living room.
Lucian’s father, Morgan, was a man of strong presence. Standing tall and burly, he had a pair of eyes that spoke of wisdom behind the lenses of the gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose.
I also knew Lucian’s brother, who was named John. Being three years older than Lucian, he had a calm demeanor and looked somewhat similar to Lucian. At this moment, he was wearing a faint smile on his face.
Morgan recognized me at a glance. Although he didn’t say a word, I could see a hint of displeasure in his eyes. As for John, he gave me a polite smile as he walked in closely behind Morgan.
Taking me over, Lucian looked at me and said, “This is Dad and my brother, John.”
It wasn’t that he thought that I didn’t know them, he simply wanted me and them to accept the forms of address.