His Roommate | #2 ✔

45: Who is the daughter?

Kyle Anderson's Pov

I stuffed my hands inside the pockets of the black trench coat that I had grabbed on my way here, after ringing the doorbell of house number 69.

The night air, and the December wind was nipping at my bare face as I felt my face froze in one permanent expression due to cold.

I had parked my car on the driveway of a humongous house, behind my dad's car. It wasn't difficult to get an entry when I mentioned my father's name to the gatekeeper.

And now, with the coldness around me, I was waiting patiently for someone to open the door and let me in the warmth of the house.

The door was pulled open by an old man, who was dressed as a butler. He smiled at me politely. "Yes?" His eyes registered surprise at my presence.

"I am Kyle. Mr. Anderson's son." I informed him.

"Oh, Mr. Anderson. Please come in." He opened the door wider for me as a wide smile graced his wrinkled face. He ushered me in and I nodded my head at him in thanks as I walked in.

The inside of the mansion was of a modern decor, a fancy well- lit chandelier hanging from the ceiling, the walls and the floor spotless white while the sofas were sky blue in colour.

He offered to take my coat and I happily handed it over to him once my body adjusted to the warmth inside the house.

"Mr. Anderson, this way." The butler lead the way after handing the coat to one of the maids and towards the closed door from where noises were coming as we neared towards it.

I followed him and entered the room when he opened the door for me. The room was spacious, with a rectangular shaped dinner table in the middle which was occupied by five people. Two of whose faces I instantly recognised.

"Kyle?" Dad turned around with a questioning gaze before a wide grin took its place on his face.

My mother was the next notice me who looked utterly happy with my unannounced presence. I gave them a sheepish smile before looking at the other people on the table.

Apart from my parents, there was a man and two women on the table whose faces I didn't recognise but the older woman's face looked weirdly familiar.

The younger girl who looked around my age might be the daughter my parents wanted me to meet and from whom I'll fish out information about Rose's house.

The man who I didn't recognise on the table, stood up from his chair with a large smile. Stretching his hand at me which I shook it with a friendly smile.

"Hello, I am Kyle. It's nice to meet you Mr...." I realized I didn't know his name or his surname nor did my parents mentioned it to me. I subtly glared at my parents who didn't look guilty but amused.

The man laughed at my ignorance and introduced himself. "Hello Kyle, I am Keith Hale and this is my wife, Janice." He didn't look offended by my lack of information and introduced me to his wife who rushed towards me, a wide smile gracing her face.

She looked oddly familiar.

"Hello, Mrs. Hale." I held my hand out for her shake but she swatted it away and hugged me instead making her husband laugh. Her gesture completely catching me off guard.

She pulled away, a wide smile still plastered on her face. "Families don't shake hands."

Her words whooshed the breath right out of me. If I had something on my mouth, I was certain I would have sputtered it out right on her face at what she said in shock.