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Chosen By My Mate's Father-in-law novel Chapter 68

Chapter 68: Chapter 68: Hands of an Artist

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; background-color: transparent; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variant-emoji: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">After I said goodbye to his Beta—who hadn’t seemed as chatty on the ride home—Axel opened my car door and walked me to my front door. Ever since I scolded him about flirting with our server, he had been the perfect gentleman. It meant a lot to me that he would walk me to my door because when Elliot and I were dating, he would kiss me goodbye in his car, then drive away before I’d even entered my house. </span>

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; background-color: transparent; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variant-emoji: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">When Gareth dropped me off at my house, he hadn’t even walked me to my doorstep. Although he had given me his jacket when I was cold. My cheeks burned when I thought about how, on nights when I couldn’t sleep, I still wrapped his jacket around me and breathed in his comforting scent. </span>

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; background-color: transparent; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variant-emoji: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">Unconsciously, an image of holding hands with Gareth popped into my head. What if he were the one I was dating? Would Gareth walk me to the door and press his strong lips against mine to kiss me goodnight? My stomach swooped as I recalled the feeling of his addictive mouth on mine.</span>

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; background-color: transparent; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variant-emoji: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">“You look very handsome under the moonlight,” I whispered. “Especially your eyes. The soft light makes the blue in your eyes even darker.” </span>

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; background-color: transparent; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variant-emoji: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">“Thank you, Jasmine,” he replied and continued to gently stroke my cheek. “Did you have a good time tonight? Again, I’m sorry about my behavior at the beginning of our dinner, but I hope you enjoyed the rest of our date.” </span>

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; background-color: transparent; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variant-emoji: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">“My schedule is full tomorrow.” I sighed, my heart lowering slightly in disappointment. It would be nice to see him again. “I have classes throughout the day, and tomorrow afternoon through the evening I’ll be tutoring Michelle.” </span>

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; background-color: transparent; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variant-emoji: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">I knew that I’d be tired during our date tomorrow, and there was a large pile of homework I still needed to get done. This would only add to my workload. But I was glad I had agreed. Besides, if Mindie ever found out that I said no to a second date with Axel Laken, she would never let me hear the end of it. </span>

Chapter 68: Hands of an Artist 1

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; background-color: transparent; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variant-emoji: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">I opened my door, and Axel didn’t leave my doorstep until I was safely inside my house. As I watched him walk back to his car through the window, my heart fluttered at the fact that he was a true gentleman. </span> freēwebnovel.com

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