Seducing My Ex’s Father In Law novel Chapter 792

By the time we landed, it was dawn. The doors opened and cool air rushed in; it smelled like rain, metal, and home. When we got off the plane, Gavin and Taylor worked together to get Erik into a waiting car with some Gammas on standby.

“Take him to Eliza’s clinic,” Gavin ordered the gammas.

Confused, they looked at one another before their eyes settled on Erik.

“Is he okay?” One of them asked.

‘He’ll be fine,” Gavin muttered. “You can ask him questions when he wakes.”

They both nodded and took Erik away without another word.

Gavin guided me to the familiar vehicle that would take us home. He opened the door for me, and his expression shifted when he saw the way my knees wobbled. He didn’t say anything about it, though, and I was grateful for that. He slid into the car with me and wrapped his arms around me, pulling me into his side.

By the time we reached the villa, sunlight was gilding the edges of the roofline. Gavin exited the car first, saying goodbye to the gamma who had driven us, considering Taylor went to his mate's clinic with Erik. Irene and Matt were quiet the entire drive; Irene was still so lost in thought. I wanted to talk to her and find out what’s going through her mind, but I also didn’t want to pry.

Matt just looked exhausted.

“I’m going to bed,” Matt yawned as he exited the car.

“Goodnight,” I told him, giving him a quick hug as I watched him head inside.

I didn’t even notice that Irene was already inside, and I felt slightly hurt at the fact that she wasn’t talking ot me. I know I’m marrying her father soon, but she wa still my friend and I wanted to be there for her. But it seemed she didn’t want me anywhere near her, which hurt more than anything.

Gavin scooped me into his arms, taking my breath away, and then he started to walk inside.

“I can walk, you know,” I said, keeping my voice teasing.

He grinned down at me.

“Indulge me.”

I rolled my eyes, but it was plausible. He bent and kissed my nose, making me chuckle. He took the stairs like I weighed nothing and set me down on our bed as if I might burst at the heels.

“You’ve been hovering,” I told him, but I didn’t make it sharp. Truth be told, I liked it when he hovered. It made me feel protected and safe.

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