Seducing My Ex's Father In Law Chapter 442

Chapter 441

Judy’s POV
“Sammy?” I said as I turned on my bedroom light. She stood by my desk across the room, eyes wide like a deer caught in headlights. I could practically hear her heart pounding as she stared at me—caught snooping through my personal things. “What are you doing in here?”

She visibly swallowed.

“I thought I lost something,” she said. “I wondered if maybe it accidentally ended up with your stuff.”

I furrowed my brows—it was clear she was lying.

“What were you looking for?” I asked, glancing at the clock. It was almost midnight. “At this hour?”

“It’s not that important,” she said quickly, moving toward the door. “I’m really sorry. I didn’t mean to intrude. I was honestly just trying to find something I couldn’t locate. Please forgive me.”

I didn’t know what else to say. It was obvious she wasn’t being truthful, but I didn’t know why. I might’ve understood if she’d just told me the truth—depending on what it was. I watched as she hurried out of the room, shutting the door behind her.

Still trying to process what had just happened, I got ready for bed. I felt a bit violated by Sammy being in my space without warning. I wanted to give her the benefit of the doubt, but her explanation left me unsettled. I made sure to lock my door before crawling into bed.

It took a while, but eventually, I drifted into a dreamless sleep. I managed to push aside the thought of Sammy snooping and my run-in with Donna Landry and Daisy Baldwin. Instead, I focused on my date with Gavin—it had been wonderful. He took me to my favorite restaurant and then to an amusement park, both of which were completely new to him.

He’d been so childlike and adorable.

I fell asleep with a smile on my face and my heart full from the memory.

Chester was making breakfast when I walked into the kitchen. He was humming a tune and wore a cheerful smile of his own.

“You’re in a good mood,” I said, taking a seat at the counter. “Have a good night?”

“You could say that,” he replied with a grin.

As if on cue, Nan walked into the kitchen and froze when she saw me.
My eyes scanned her body, and my brows lifted. She was wearing nothing but Chester’s T-shirt, which was just long enough to cover most of her slim frame. Her short hair was tousled from sleep, her cheeks were flushed, and her lips were still slightly swollen.

“I can see you two had a good night,” I teased, a grin tugging at my lips. “Also, Nan… did you forget that other people live here too?”

“It’s early,” she replied, running her fingers through her hair. “I didn’t think anyone else would be up yet—especially considering how late you got in last night.”

I shrugged and took the coffee mug Chester placed in front of me.

“I’ve got a morning class today,” I told her.

“I don’t have class until this afternoon, but if you wait a minute, I can get dressed and we can head to school together.”

“Are you sure?” I asked. “I don’t want to ruin your morning or anything.” I wiggled my brows at her, and she rolled her eyes in response.

“I’m sure. Plus, I want to hear all about your date,” she said, winking as she turned to leave the kitchen.

Chester’s eyes followed her, filled with such love and desire that it made my heart swell for my best friend.

I remembered what it was like to have a mate look at me that way—and the thought made me a little sad, knowing it wasn’t going to happen again.

“You better not break her heart,” I told him, giving him a serious look. “If you ever do what Ethan did to me—”

“I never would,” Chester cut in firmly. “I’m not perfect, but when I tell her I’m all in, I mean it. I am all in. Now more than ever. Last night… it was incredible. Better than anything I’ve ever experienced. I don’t ever want that feeling to end. Hurting her would be like breaking my own heart—and that’s something I’ll never do.”

I nodded, believing him. Chester was many things… but he wasn’t a liar. I trusted him with my best friend.

He finished cooking and placed a plate in front of me. Then he made another for Nan, set aside a few more for the mansion staff, and boxed up the rest.

“Where are those going?” I asked.

“The packhouse,” he replied. “They’re short a few chefs this morning, so I figured I’d help out and make some extra food.”