Seducing My Ex's Father In Law Chapter 452

Chapter 452

“Sorry,” she said softly.

“No, it’s okay,” I told her. “Let’s try on these clothes.”

I hadn’t expected it to take as long as it did, but after a couple of hours, we were finally done trying everything on. She hadn’t just picked up a few nice outfits—she’d gone all out. There were way more bags than when she first walked into the parlor. It turned out she’d filled an entire car with clothes.

“I couldn’t decide,” she said with a sheepish smile after I tried on what felt like the hundredth blouse.

Eventually, I settled on a lovely evening dress paired with a cardigan. The maid helped style my hair into soft, even ringlets that flowed down my back, pulling the front away from my face. She applied a light touch of makeup—just enough to enhance my features and brighten my face without overdoing it.

I slipped on a pair of flats—thankfully, she’d also gone shoe shopping, so I didn’t have to worry about that either. Once dressed, I glanced at myself in the mirror, a knot forming in my stomach.

I was still trying to process the fact that I was about to have dinner with Gavin’s mother—Donna Landry. From what I’d learned over the last few days, she couldn’t stand me. I had no idea how this dinner would go. No outfit or hairstyle could change her opinion of me, so I didn’t understand why she’d invited me in the first place.

When I met Gavin in the parlor, I saw him before he noticed me. He was seated on the couch, scrolling through his phone. Dressed in a sharp business suit, he looked like he was heading to a corporate meeting, and suddenly I felt underdressed. Maybe I should’ve worn something more formal—this was dinner with his mother, after all.

He looked tense, his gaze locked on his phone screen, and for a second, I wondered if it had anything to do with Irene.

I cleared my throat to get his attention.

His eyes lifted from the phone to me. There was a brief pause as his gaze swept over my figure, taking in the dress that clung to my body in all the right places—elegant but modest enough for dinner at his mother’s estate. When his eyes met mine, his expression softened, and my heart skipped a beat.

“Are you ready?” I asked. “You seem lost in thought.”

He swallowed, turned off his phone, and slipped it into his pocket.

“Yeah. We should get going. She hates when people are late,” he murmured. “Shall we?”

I nodded, watching him closely. I wanted to ask if he’d spoken to Irene, but didn’t want Matt to overhear. It was the kind of conversation best saved for the car. I expected either Taylor or Erik to be driving us, so I was surprised when it turned out—

…being Gavin the one to drive.

Listen.

“Why are you driving us?” I asked as we pulled away from the villa.

“Do you have a problem with my driving?” he replied. His tone was dry, but I was starting to understand him well enough to know he was teasing.

“No, but I thought driving yourself places was beneath you,” I teased right back.

“I drove on our date, didn’t I?” he countered, raising his brows.

My cheeks flushed at the mention of our date. Up until now, it had kind of hung between us like an elephant in the room.

“That was different,” I said softly, turning to look out the window. I could practically feel his smirk without even looking at him—and for some reason, that irritated me.

I turned back toward him, narrowing my eyes.

“Got something to say?” I asked boldly.

He shrugged. “Are you going to keep that attitude during dinner? Because getting my mother to like you won’t be easy,” he said, the smirk never leaving his face.

“And why would I care if your mother liked me?” I shot back, folding my arms across my chest. “She already doesn’t like me, so what’s the point?”

“Tonight will certainly be interesting,” he muttered.

“You think this is funny, don’t you?” I asked in disbelief.

He gave a half shrug. “Yeah, maybe I do,” he murmured. “So what?”

I opened my mouth to say something, but the sight of the manor cut me off. My words caught in my throat, and my whole body went cold.

We were here.