The Devil CEO's Contract Wife novel Chapter 174

Chapter 174: Plus One For The Reunion

"So... are you gonna attend the reunion?" Granny asked, filling my plate with meatloaf, mashed potatoes with gravy, and green beans—my favorites, specially made by her.

This puts a smile on my face after the day I had, and something was needed to erase it. I hope this helps.

"Yeah." I nodded as I drank from my glass of water. "I’m here now, so I have to. Already responded to the group chat, it seems like everyone can’t wait."

"That’s great! I’m sure you’re excited for it. Seeing your class again, the memories that will bring."

And the thought of everyone already moved on to their better versions, while I’m still stuck wherever the hell I am.

I wasn’t the kind of person who dwelled on shits like that, but hey... spoiler alert, I am, and my nerves kept skyrocketing on the upcoming day.

"I’m enthusiastic, and I’m bringing someone along. Can’t go to something like that alone."

"Oh my! Is that so...?" Granny said excitedly, looking to the other end of the table, but I didn’t follow her gaze.

"With who?" Gramps asked.

"Walt! You know who already."

"Reed."

They snapped their gaze to me. "Reed?!"

Granny looked in that direction again. "I thought..."

"Who is this Reed?" Gramps asked.

I smiled, setting my spoon down. "He’s a friend."

"A friend?" He seemed interested. "How come I don’t know about this friend? Has he been around the entire time? Why haven’t you invited him over?"

"He’s been staying at a hotel, that’s why. And you have seen him at the hospital."

"That blond?" Granny asked.

"Oh, that’s too bad. I’m really looking forward to seeing him."

"I was thinking of inviting him over. I may or may not have a boost about Granny’s meatloaf."

Gramps laughed. "Of course you did. Nothing beats Maggie’s."

Granny kept looking back to the other end of the table and me. But I acted as if I didn’t notice her concern or his stare.

~☆~

"Is something going on between you and Ares?" Granny asked as I paced to fold my clothes.

She came to my room this morning to talk, but I knew it wasn’t just small talk.

"No, why?"

"The table was heated, and even though your Gramps was acting oblivious, I knew something was wrong."

"Acting oblivious?" I asked, taking a hanger. "I wonder why."

"Catherine, you know Walt doesn’t like Ares."

"I can sense that. I think you like him, though," I said, throwing a brief look over my shoulder.

She sighed. "Only because you have feelings for him. I mean, how can’t I like who my granddaughter loves?"

I clenched the hanger tightly, although I had understood my feelings, saying that out loud struck a nerve, because it made me feel stupid for succumbing to something like that in the first place.

I wish that were the case. I honestly wished she misread me, and I’m not stuck and torn between what I feel and the internal chaos that came with emotionally handling that fucking devil.

"It will fade, and I’ll move on. Just like I moved on from Tom and Dan." I clarified so that she’d get the message, but more to myself, that whatever this was would just go away as the others did.

It always does, and Ares wasn’t any different from the male species; you eventually stop brooding over.

"It’s not deep. I did have intense feelings for Dan, but hey, I’m still here and better."

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