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

Chapter 801

My phone buzzed in my pocket, and I pulled it out to see a text from Gavin; I couldn’t help the smile that tipped the corner of my lips.

Gavin: Might be a little late tonight. I can pick up dinner on my way home if you want to dismiss the staff early.

Me: Can we do pizza?

The thought of having comfort food sounded perfect, and my stomach growled at the thought of it. I glanced at the time. It was nearing 2 pm; maybe I should have taken the staff up on a snack. I could go into the kitchen and grab some food, or maybe I could run to the packhouse and see Chester. I knew that’s where he was working this afternoon. Nan was busy with her restaurant, and I didn’t want to bother her, plus she would probably end up at the packhouse later anyway because she helped there as well.

Now that she was fully staffed, she was able to take some time off and spend time at the packhouse to help out with certain meals and events.

I could use a friend right now, and I need someone else to talk to.

My phone buzzed again, and I already knew it was Gavin before I saw his name flash across the screen.

Gavin: Pizza sounds great. Just let me know what everyone wants, and I’ll grab it on my way home.

Before I could reply, he sent another text.

Gavin: Did you speak with your parents?

Me: Yes, we can talk when you get home.

Good news or bad

let out

Me: Heavy news.

Gavin: Are you okay?

It’s a lot to say over text

I

he tells

I love you

needed to get out of here and go to the packhouse. I was going to go crazy if I remained in this villa any longer. But just as I started to leave the parlor, I heard a voice

footsteps were hurried, and the voices carried in frantic, almost

can’t you just listen to me for like

fucking crazy! Just

for him wasn’t real. Can’t you understand that? He was never your mate in the first place. I’m your

Why doesn’t

are too heartbroken over that loser to see what’s right in front of you. But if you just

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see that I’m

closer, trying to figure out who he was talking to. Her voice was so familiar, but I couldn’t figure out where I had heard it before. It didn’t help that she was crying and her words

any more of this. Why can’t you people just leave me

all but shouted, and at the sound of Irene’s name, I stumbled out of the parlor and into the

pained, not at me, but at the situation. She looked like a caged animal; her arms wrapped around her legs, and her bottom