Seducing My Ex’s Father In Law novel Chapter 95

Chapter 0095

“Are you okay?” She asked.

I blinked a few times, confused by the sudden change.

“I think so,” I told her. “But can we go?”

She frowned.

“Not until we shopped until our hearts contents,” she said, grabbing my arm. “Let’s keep them busy.”

I didn’t want to stay in this place, but I didn’t argue. An hour later, we were leaving with arms of bags. Thankfully, Leroy was still out front, so we were able to drop off our shopping bags with him while we continued to shop. By the time we finished, I was exhausted and starving.

“Can you two maybe go somewhere else for an hour while we eat?” I heard Irene asking her guards.

They both looked at one another.

“We have orders to stay with you-” One of them tried to say.

“I know the orders,” she said bitterly. “But we can manage dinner without an audience. Please… I just need some space, and I’d like to eat in peace.”

“Well, what are we supposed to do?” The other one asked.

“I don’t care. Stay here with Leroy,” she suggested. “That way you’ll be in range if anything happens.” They looked uncertain, but they soon relented with a head nod.

“Okay, but the first sign of danger and we are getting you out of there,” he said, folding his arms across his chest.

Irene smiled sweetly and turned on her heel, motioning for me to follow. We went into a gorgeous small restaurant, and we were greeted by the hostess immediately. She knew Irene and greeted her by name, barely sparing me a glance.

Irene ordered us each a glass of white wine and glasses of lemon water while we looked over the menu. I finally settled on a BLT sandwich with a side of coleslaw and Irene ordered a Greek salad. Once we put our orders in, we remained silent for a long while, sipping on our glasses of wine and staring at our empty plates.

Irene looked uneasy and I knew there was something on her mind. She wanted to talk to me during dinner and I guessed it was difficult for her to bring up. I sighed and cleared my throat, bringing her attention to me.

“You said you wanted to talk about something,” I reminded her.

She nodded and bit her lower lip.

“It’s about Ethan,” she said in a whisper. She looked around to make sure no one was listening to our conversation.

My heart felt heavy in my chest; I had a feeling it was going to be about Ethan. But I was hoping it