Seducing My Ex’s Father In Law novel Chapter 677

“Alpha Landry,” the hostess said, a polite smile on her face. “Your Beta just dropped your children off. They are already seated at their usual table. Maybe I'll escort you?” She asked, motioning for the back patio.

“Not necessary,” Gavin said, wrapping an arm around my waist, keeping me pinned to his side. The hostess glanced at me and her body tensed; she cleared her throat, and then forced a tight smile.

“Of course,” she said. “Enjoy your meal.”

Without another word, Gavin put his hand on the small of my back and guided me towards the patio entrance. It was a large space with a few tables spaced apart with white umbrellas. Irene and Matt sat at one of the tables closest to the edge, overlooking the harbor.

“Dad!” Matt was the first to spot us. He was already running towards us and hugging both his father and me.

“Hope you weren’t waiting long,” Gavin said he running his fingers through Matt’s shabby brown hair.

“No, we just got here,” Matt said, guiding us to the table.

“Have you ordered yet?” Gavin asked.

“Not yet. Irene told them we are waiting for you to arrive,” Matt explained.

Gavin nodded.

Irene stood up when we approached, and as soon as her eyes met mine, they widened. She stared at me from head to toe, her mouth agape.

“Is that my design?” She asked, her brows shooting up. “I didn’t think you liked my designs.”

There was skepticism in her eyes, and I just gave her a cheery smile.

“Are you kidding me? This is the best design I’ve ever seen. I love the bright color and the frilly skirt,” I told her, a bit loudly as I smoothed the skirt with my hands.

“Is that so?” She asked. “Then maybe I can use you as my model. I created some new designs recently that you’d look great in.”

My cheeks burned.

“Oh, I’m not anything like a model. I’m sure you can use some actual models for that,” I said, waving off her suggestion.

“Nonsense… I’d rather someone who genuinely loves my designs and would wear them every day to be my model,” Irene said with a glint of humor in her eyes.

I could tell from the way Gavin was trying not to smile that Irene was teasing me. She knew damn well I didn’t like her style of clothes, and this was totally against my typical wardrobe. I felt my cheeks heating.

Irene let out a laugh.

“Relax, Judy,” she said lightly. “What is this about? Why are you deciding to change your style all of a sudden?”

“I thought you’d like it,” I confessed, lifting one of my shoulders.

She raised her brows.

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