Fall For My Ex's Mafia Dad

Chapter 0179

Kent glares at me a little in the minor and doesn't say a word, shaking his head and letting me know - again that it's not any of my business. I curl my back a little in disappointment, wanting to know but..

Well if he won't tell me. Then there's nothing I can do. And with that expression on his face, I don't think Kent wants to be pushed.

"Wall," I continue, "what am I supposed to do all day? When you're gone?" I ask, sitting up and wrapping my arms around my knews.

"You can do whatever you want. Fay," Kent replies. He node to the bedside table on the other side of the bed-his side, apparently. "There are remotes there. You can watch TV. Or there are tablets in the drawers, if you want to look at the internet. Or," he says, gesturing to the far wall by the windows, which has tall shelves covered in books. "You can read."

"Where's the TV?" I ask, curiously looking around the room and not seeing it. Kent casually points to a painting on the wall directly across from the bed and blink, realizing that it's digital, not oil on canvas. "Oh..cool" Issy. peering at it curiously. Kent node, agreeing.

I sit for a moment longer while Kent grabs a brush off of a small table by the mirror and begins to comb his hair back.

"Um," I say again, a little chill passing over me. "Kent, do you have anything I can wear? It's..cold in here."

Finished with his hair, Kent puts his brush down and begins to cross the room back to me pointing to a door on the wall closest to me. "That's the closet," he says, coming close and sitting on the edge of the bed next to me." There are some women's clothes in there. Wear whatever you want

"Really?" I ask, surprised. But then I realize, quite suddenly, that they're Fiona's clothes, leftovers from his last girlfriend My stomach twists a little, jealous, at the thought.

"Really," Kent replies. He reaches forward and I stare at him as he brushes my check with his fingers, taking another moment to simply look at me. Then he stands, striding back down the corridor to his office

"I'll have dinner sent!" Kent calls over his shoulder, but then I hear the creek of the office door, and then the click of its closure, and suddenly I'm alone.

Alone, in Kent Lippert's bedroom. Half naked. Awaiting dinner.This is from NôvelDrama.Org.

"I have to cal Janeen," I murmur, shaking my head at myself. "She's not going to believe this."

I take a moment to simply store around the room, taking it in without Kent around to distract me. It's less sparse, I realize, than I had originally thought-it's just so big that the little nooks that Kant has crested lank minimal in comparison to the size of the place. For instance, on the other side of the mirror, there's even a little fireplace with Two wing-back chairs pulled up to it perfect for reading on a cozy winter night.

I breathe peacefully as I look around at the little cavem that Kent has created for himself, more relaxed than I thought I'd be in his little refuge away from the world. It is at once..precisely what I would expect from him, and also so completely surprising. It's incredibly in, organized, and nest - but also, who knew Kent had hobbies? There's even a little chess board set next to one of the wingback chairs And who knew he had so many books? I find myself drawn to them and slip out of the bed, wandering over to the bookshelves, but then I blush as realize that - well, fim still naked. I grab a throw blanket off the end of the bed eager to cover up, but then I realize again that I'm alone. So, I awkwardly drop it on the floor and tum towards the closet, shivering a little. Kent koopa his room quite cold.

I move over to the closet and pull at both of the double doors at once incredibly curious about what I'll find. As I open them, the recessed lighting in the closet turns on, suffusing the space with a pretty golden glow.

I shouldn't be surprised at the size of Kent's personal closet - Fiona showed me his other closet, after all, where he keeps his spare stuff - and that's two stories high. But still, I can't help but gape a little as realize that Kent's personal, everyday closet is bigger than my bedroom. Then scow, realizing that he really was holding out on me all this time, giving me that little bedroom as if it was a gift when he has all this for himself.