Fall For My Ex’s Mafia Father

Chapter 178

I look up, my mouth still open, to see Kent standing there, sliding a plate in front of Daniel as well. I look him over, noting the chef’s apron tied tight around his slim waist, his clean–shaven cheeks below eyes with dark circles beneath them. Apparently, he got less sleep than I did last night.

I cock my head, curious about that.

“Daniel,” Kent says, his voice even but unfriendly. “Don’t you

have class to attend?”

Daniel just crosses his arms, glaring at his dad and not

responding. But Kent doesn’t rise to the bait. Instead, he turns to

1. me.

“Fay, I’d like you to go to lunch today at your father’s house.”

“Really?” I ask, my eyebrows raising.

Kent nods. “Yes, I need you to feel out the situation. Word has gotten out about the end to your engagement to Daniel,”

he continues, looking briefly at Daniel to include him in the

conversation, “and that you’ve been spending time with Ivan. I’d like you to see how your father feels about this change. And report

it back to me.”

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I nod, agreeing but hesitant.

2/4

words clipped. “You don’t

it?”

no, I’ll do it…it’s just…one of

with surprise on his face. I cock my head to see it – I’m not sure I’ve ever seen Kent truly surprised before. But then I consider the meaning of my last words and realize that, of course, our encounter on the third

of sorts. And that I’ve just implied that

will be worse…

again for my stupid tendency to do

I look like an idiot, blushing all the time, I

emotions right on my sleeve.

blurt out, shaking my head and looking down at

“I mean, it’s fine. I’ll do it. It

going to be a date with a sexy tattooed

Fay,” Kent insists and I look back

tease me?

you just…call Ivan? Your enemy?

me and laughs a little, turning away. “Your

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3/4

Don’t make me regret assigning him to you this

does this. Balances it all, lives a life of such extremes with such complete control. Hell, I get one knot in my plans and go to pieces, but

Daniel says, leaning forward and interrupting my train of thought. “Did you go out on another date with Ivan? When?”

up my fork

“Last night?”

“What!?”

a part of this then you should pay more attention. You’re like, the last person in this house to be aware of that.” Frustrated, I start to

1. me.