Chapter 248
**Chapter 248**
Gavin noticed that his daughter was upset. His expression changed from slight annoyance to concern as he turned to face her fully.
“What’s wrong?” he asked, narrowing his eyes at her.
She sniffled softly.
“C… Can I talk to you?” she asked, her voice rough. She looked at me for a moment, then turned to him. “Alone.”
Gavin was tense but nodded at her.
He nodded without hesitation.
“Yeah, of course, Sweetie,” he said to her.
He gestured for her to go towards the house. She nodded, giving me one last look before she turned and walked away, leaving me alone.
Gavin looked at me for a brief moment. He turned to face me, but I could see that he was already lost in his thoughts.
“Go on,” I said to him, trying to ease his mind. He gave me a reassuring smile. “It’s okay. Be with your daughter. I’ll be fine.”
He nodded in agreement.
“Okay,” he said to me. “I’ll see you later?”
I nodded back, trying to force a smile. He didn’t seem to notice that my smile was fake or that my voice held a hint of pain.
Instead of standing still, he quickly chased after his daughter. I watched him go, feeling like a complete fool.
Later, when I got back to the mansion, I heard voices coming from the kitchen. They sounded tense. One of the voices was familiar, but I couldn’t make out the words.
In the house, two voices stood out. One was a loud, angry shout, while the other was calm and almost cold. The shouting voice belonged to a woman, and I was pretty sure it was Harper. The calm voice, on the other hand, seemed to belong to Chester.
As I walked closer to the kitchen doors, I could hear their voices growing clearer.
I paused, feeling a mix of shock and confusion before I opened the door.
“You knew her for only two seconds, and you hardly even spoke to her,” Harper whispered angrily. “Are you really thinking about choosing her over me for a girl you just met?”
“Don’t call her that,” Chester said, sounding tired. I could tell this conversation had been going on for a while. “We were never an item, Harper. We were just having fun. I thought you understood.”
“I thought we were having fun, but I believed we were building something more, Chester,” she said through clenched teeth. “I thought you cared about me.”
“Of course I care about you,” Chester sighed. “But I’m not in love with you. I’m sorry if you thought I was.”
“I don’t think… I know,” Harper replied confidently. She sounded so sure of herself.
I felt a bit jealous of her confidence.
“Harper…”
“I’m not giving up on us,” Harper said firmly. “I love you, and I always have. I loved you the moment I met you. We are meant to be together.”
So, what if we aren’t fated mates? We can still create our own fates. Isn’t that what life is all about? The Goddess gave us the gift of free will and the power to choose. We can decide our own destinies, and I believe that.
I pushed the door open just a bit to look inside. What I saw shocked me. She was standing way too close to him. Her hand rested on his arm, and I noticed him tense up at her touch. He was staring down, clearly affected by her presence.
She looked at him and batted her long lashes, parting her pink, glossy lips slightly.
“Nothing is going to happen between us again,” he said firmly, narrowing his eyes at her.
She lowered her hands, feeling the weight of his words.
She stood with her fists clenched at her sides.
“We’ll see about that,” she muttered under her breath.
Without waiting to hear his reply, she quickly turned and left through the back entrance. Chester sighed and leaned against the counter, feeling a mix of frustration and concern.
It felt like a struggle for him to hold up his own weight.
I didn’t stay in the doorway for long. I pushed the door open, which surprised him.
“Sorry,” I said, raising my hands to show that I meant no harm.
“I come in peace,” he said calmly.
He sighed when he noticed it was just me there. Leaning against the counter, he crossed his arms over his chest.
“Did you hear any of that?” he asked me.
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