Chosen By My Mate's Father-in-law novel Chapter 39

Chapter 39: Chapter 39: Subliminal Messages

“That’s kind of you guys to offer, but I don’t want to intrude on your dinner as a family,” I said, my eyes still on Gareth.

Isabella spun around and faced her dad, her hands on her hips. “Dad, tell her she won’t be intruding.”

Gareth cleared his throat. “You won’t be. I will tell Butler Jones to make sure there is an extra place set for you.”

His tone was terse. Was he only agreeing to this because his daughters wanted him to?

And the bigger question was, why did I care so much?

“Dinner is in an hour,” Gareth added, his voice still clipped. But his eyes were traveling slowly down my body, making me shiver under his heated gaze.

“I won’t be late,” I promised.

Gareth nodded once and turned. He strode down the long hallway, and I watched him for much longer than I should.

I had to get a grip. I still had a job to do.

I turned to Michelle. “We have an hour. Don’t you have a test in math coming up that you need to study for?”

“No...” But she looked up and to the left—something I’ve noticed she did when she was lying.

I crossed my arms and cocked my hip to the side.

“Michelle, if you want me to stay for dinner, then we are going to spend the next hour studying.”

The younger girl sighed dramatically. “Fine,” she huffed, but I saw a small smile playing on the corners of her lips.

“You’re the best tutor ever.” Isabella squeezed my shoulder gently.

I wasn’t so sure about that. The fact that I couldn’t stop thinking about the father of the girl I was tutoring might suggest otherwise.

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“I’m so glad that you’re staying for dinner,” Isabella mused as we walked down the grand staircase an hour later. “It will be nice to have a girl my age to talk to for once.”

“Hey!” Michelle protested from behind us.

I was happy with the progress she had made with her practice problem sets. Michelle was a smart girl, and when she applied herself, there was nothing to stop her from being one of the top students in her school.

“I said my age, Michelle,” Isabella pointed out patiently. “It’s just nice to have someone to hang out with besides my family or Elliot. That’s all.” She shrugged, trying to downplay her comment.

I looked at her sideways as the three of us made our way across the marbled floor of the entrance hall. My theory that Isabella didn’t have any friends her age might be right. Just like Michelle needed company, her sister probably did too. Even though they were privileged because they were the daughters of the Lycan King, it couldn’t be easy making friends when you always had to question someone’s intentions. ƒreewebɳovel.com

I paused as we entered the formal dining room.

A crystal chandelier hung over a beautifully arranged white clothed table. Porcelain plates and crystal glasses were set in front of four places. A warm fire was crackling merrily in the grate, and soft light from the large windows was pouring into the room, creating a calming atmosphere.

But the only thing I could focus on was Gareth, who was sitting at the head of the table. His gray eyes were on mine, and he had changed into a white buttoned-down shirt that clung to his muscular frame.

My heart slammed against my chest. Gareth looked away as he greeted his daughters.

Butler Jones pulled out Michelle and Isabella’s chairs. My head tilted to the side when Isabella didn’t sit next to her father.

“Isabella, I can sit there.” I nodded to the chair she was about to sit in.

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