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

Kent demands, his words clipped. “You don’t want

it?”

just…one of the less pleasant tasks that

I’m not sure I’ve ever seen Kent truly surprised before. But then I consider the meaning of my last words and

just implied that lunch with my

will be

again for my stupid tendency to do

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

emotions right on my sleeve.

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

do it. It won’t

assignment is going to be a date with a sexy

and I look back up at

just tease me? Did he just…

enemy? A

at me and laughs

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3/4

Fay. Jerome will drive you. Don’t make me regret assigning him to you this

all, lives a life of such extremes with such complete control. Hell, I get one

and interrupting my train of thought. “Did you go out on another date with

say lightly, picking up my fork

“Last night?”

“What!?”

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

1. me.