Chapter 66 Playing With Fire

At the table in the dining room long enough to accommodate a dozen-odd people, the two elder Xanders sat on one side while Michaela and Jonathan took their places opposite them.

Coming in, Michaela was under the impression that the head of the Xander family would preside over the table. That way, she might seize the opportunity to sit with Mavis and away from Jonathan.

Little did she anticipate being grabbed by the wrist as soon as she stepped in.

The sensation of the large mitts wrapped around her wrist had the immediate effect of putting a thorough blush upon Michaela’s dainty cheeks.

There was no way she could have expected Jonathan to behave so insolently in front of the elder Xanders. In the midst of her trepidation, Jonathan said, “My father wants to sit with my mother, so you should come and sit next to me!”

So, it would seem that having been so loving throughout their lives, the older couple were equally inseparable even at mealtimes. That was something that had come to be normalized within the Xander family.

Michaela was somewhat uneasy about returning to Jonathan’s side once more. Her movements became extremely conservative out of fear that she might make contact with any part of Jonathan’s body.

There was still a warmth left around the circumference of her wrist where he had held her a moment ago. It left a titillating sensation so overwhelming that it nearly swallowed her whole. Hence, she was fearful of making any further physical contact with him again.

Mavis was oblivious to the awkwardness between the pair. All that was apparent to her was Michaela scraping away at only what was on her plate with her head bowed. Eventually, she said, “Since you are seated closer, Jonathan, help serve some food to Mich!”

“Got it!’“

Correspondingly, Jonathan did as he was told, only to hear Mavis let out a sigh of disapproval, “How could you ever hope to bring home a wife for yourself being as klutzy as you are? Even your Dad and I wonder whether we would ever live long enough to see you have a family of your own!”

Klutzy?

In Michaela’s esteem, she felt strongly that Mavis did not understand her own son well enough.

of seduction that starting several families at a time would

you to undergo anywhere between a minimum of eight to over ten matching-making sessions previously? You weren’t happy with any of the options presented to you, and even that girl from the Johnsons failed to catch your eye. Although I am aware that you possess some great qualities, Jonathan, surely you

an outsider, Jonathan, so you can give it to me straight today. What sort of girl do you fancy? That way,

Him interested in men?

lowered, Michaela attempted

attraction roll so casually off her tongue. It’s as if she’d be receptive

a monthly spectacle within

when Jonathan came home to eat,

Only that time, he had his playful impulses surprisingly drummed up in response to that little lass’ gleeful gloating

“What?”

momentarily stunned. Reflexively, she exchanged a look of astoundment with her husband beside

Tell me, what’s the name of this girl? Where does she work at? How did you become acquainted, and when did you both start dating? Is she someone known to your Dad and me? If this was true, why did you not tell

of self-reproach, as she wondered

own stance in the face of Mavis’ doubts. “I have a girlfriend and that’s a fact. Why would

poised as he was since young, not once has Jonathan ever said

unions, we aren’t that particular about her family background,

responding immediately and instead cast Michaela a meaningful glance. “She’s

mouthful of soup, Michaela started coughing up a fit until her lovely face turned

How

askance. Whose fault was that? Do you mean

cannot be taken at face value, he seemed intent on being as loud as possible about it,

Jonathan viewed the situation, the fact that he was Zack’s uncle would be scandalous enough in itself should

almost embarrassed

a simple meal, she had not anticipated that Jonathan might

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