Seducing My Ex’s Father In Law novel Chapter 778

“You scared me,” he said, shaking his head. “Why are you here?”

“Sorry to scare you,” I tell him, giving him a small smile. “But I’m going to have you sleep in my suite tonight with your father. We are spending the night here. It’s a girl’s night. There’s an extra bedroom in the suite with a TV, so you’ll have space for your gaming.”

Matt frowned.

“I don’t want to leave,” he argued. “Besides, Irene hasn’t come out of her room all day.”

I looked at Nan, who had a worried crease between her brows.

“Well, the boys are heading to my suite as well for a boys' night. Chester and Erik, I think. Erik is off duty tonight and wanted to hang out, so they are heading there as we speak. I figured you’d want to see them, that's all.”

Matt’s eyes grew wide; he loved Erik. He was the kind of gamma that Matt aspired to be, and it’s funny because I believed Matt was a better fighter.

“Okay, I’ll go,” Matt said, standing to his feet. “But you owe me.”

I laughed.

“I wouldn’t think otherwise,” I tell him, running my fingers through his brown, shabby hair. “Enjoy your night.”

He grabbed his gaming set and was out there within minutes

“So, what do we do now?” Nan asked, looking around the suite.

“If this suite is like mine, there should be snacks in the cabinet. See if there’s popcorn and start popping some. I’m going to drag Irene out of her room,” I say as I head towards Irene’s bedroom. I had a feeling I knew which one was Irene’s because Matt left his door open.

I pushed the door to Irene’s room open and peered inside. She was lying in bed, beneath the covers, and only the top of her blonde hair could be seen. My heart squeezed for her; she was so heartbroken that the only thing she could do right now was sleep.

I put my hand on her back and shook her gently.

“Irene, wake up,” I say softly.

She starts to stir, murmuring something sleepily that I didn’t quite get. I smiled at her sleeping face as it appeared once the covers shifted. But then my heart stopped when I saw the old tears on her cheeks and how pale she was.

“Hey,” I say, shaking her again. “Wake up, Irene. Please.”

I spoke a little louder this time, and her eyes fluttered open; the pale blues focusing on me for a moment before confusion fell across her face. Her perfectly trimmed brows knitted together.

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