Chapter 177

Chapter 177 voice growing louder as he gets angrier.

2/3 “Am I?” I ask, sarcastic, unfolding my arms and putting my hands flat on the table so that I can better accuse him in return. “As far as I know, you never asked me to marry you. Your dad told us we were engaged. And so, when it comes to dissolving the engagement, it seems like that was his prerogative. And besides, where were you these past few days? If we were so engaged, and so close, and so dedicated to each other, why weren’t you around, begging me to come back? You were probably out somewhere, paying attention to your actual boyf-”

“Watch it,” Daniel growls, silencing me and looking around anxiously to make sure nobody heard.

I sit back in my chair, feeling cowed and guilty. Because, of course, I don’t want to ruin his life just because he’s being a jerk to me. “I’m sorry,” I say, a little bitter. “I didn’t mean that. That last part. But everything else I did mean!”

“Fay,” Daniel grumbles, waving a hand to dismiss it all. “I saw you come down from the third floor – I saw what you were wearing, and I know what he keeps up there.”

“Do you?” I ask, my eyes going wide.

“Fay,” Daniel pleads, exasperated, “can you please, for once, focus on what is actually important here?”

“Okay,” I say quickly, nodding. “Sorry. It’s just nuts what’s up there Chapter 177 3/3 Fall For My Ex's Mafia Father Chapter 0176 – have you gotten to see it all? Do you know what’s in all of those cabinets?”

Daniel just gives me a withering, exhausted stare and I bite my lip, realizing that I’ve done it again. “Sorry,” I murmur, and then I look down at my hands and sigh. “Daniel, I haven’t slept with your dad.”

From the edges of my vision I can see him sit back in his chair in relief.

“But that doesn’t mean that I won’t,” I continue, raising my eyes slowly to his.

Daniel’s mouth falls open in disbelief as he stares at me. I blink, surprised, and realize that he was actually hoping that there had been some mistake – that there was some kind of reasonable explanation for why I was running around the third floor in my underwear.

And that actually, I may have just confirmed one of his worst fears. That he was losing his one ally in his house to his dad. I shake my head slowly, opening my mouth to tell him that I’m sorry, but suddenly a plate of food lands in front of me.

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