Seducing My Ex's Father In Law by Caroline Above Story

Chapter 438

"Hey," I said to her, putting my hands on her small shoulders. "Just breathe. They are gone... it's okay..."

Judy took in a deep breath as she fought to control her breath. Once she was finally calmer, her eyes peeked up at me through her long and dark lashes.

"Thanks,' she whispered.

"Want to tell me why you didn't tell me about your running in with my mother," I asked, my voice firm, though I tried to keep it calm.

She bit her lower lip and looked away, but I grabbed her chin gently and brought her head back up so she was looking at me again.

"Tell me the truth," I demanded. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"Because it wasn't exactly a pleasant conversation and I didn't want you to think

so little of me," she admitted, her eyes meeting mine.

My brows furrowed

little of you?" I

with my parents and I got up to go to the bathroom and they

coursing through my veins and

you?" I asked

not good enough for you and that you'll tire of me soon enough," I murmur. "That you're destined to marry Daisy

growl escaped me; I was

her such lies. There was no way in hell I was ever going to mate and marry Daisy, even

I wanted to rip someone's head off their shoulders, but when I saw the tears filling Judy's eyes, my anger started to fade and all I

said softly, my thumb brushing her invisible tears off her cheeks as my fingers traced the nape of her neck. "Why would I think little of you?" I recalled her reasoning for not telling me this information in

sniffled as a tear escaped her eyes, I had it wiped away before he

it comes to your mother and Daisy," she whispered. "It was embarrassing, and I didn't want

the back of her neck to keep her in place as I absorbed not only

under your skin," I told her. "Not fighting her was the best thing you could have done in that situation, so you've done well. Don't beat yourself up over it. They shouldn't have cornered you and they certainly shouldn't have said

and at that moment I realized it

unconventional relationship, it

to believe the words my mother spat at her.