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.

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his words clipped. “You don’t want

it?”

I’ll do it…it’s just…one of the less pleasant

these words, looking suddenly into my eyes 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

I’ve just implied that lunch with

will be

and curse myself again for my stupid tendency to do

Not only do I look like an idiot, blushing all the

my emotions right on my sleeve.

out, shaking my head and looking down

mean, it’s fine. I’ll do it. It won’t be so bad.”

be a date with

I look back up at him

tease me?

Ivan? Your enemy? A sexy tattooed

smirks at me and laughs

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you. Don’t make me regret assigning him

wondering how he does this. Balances it all, lives a life of such extremes with such complete control. Hell,

of thought. “Did you go out on another date

picking up my fork and poking at

“Last night?”

“What!?”

the last person in this house to be aware of that.” Frustrated, I start to shovel food into my mouth. Seriously, if he’s so into being my fake fiancé, you’d think he’d start to pay a bit more

1. me.