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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demands, his words clipped.

it?”

I’ll do it…it’s just…one of the less pleasant tasks that I’ve been

see it – I’m not sure I’ve ever seen Kent

of sorts. And that I’ve just implied that

be worse…

and curse myself again for my

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

my emotions right on my

I blurt out, shaking my head and looking down at my

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

be a date with a

Kent insists and I look back up

just tease me?

Your enemy? A sexy tattooed blonde?”

smirks at me and laughs a little, turning away. “Your car

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3/4

Don’t make me regret assigning him to

just staring after him, wondering how he does this. Balances it all, lives a life of such extremes with such complete

interrupting my train of thought. “Did you go out on

picking up my fork and poking at

“Last night?”

“What!?”

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 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 attention to

1. me.