Carrying His Heir While Fighting His Lies novel Chapter 37

Ava'S POV

No one has ordered me with so much love. So far, I have been following my dad's orders, but love and concern were not in his dictionary, I guess. He never showed me any affection. Sometimes I wonder, Am I the reason for my mom's death?

"Did you like the food?" I come out of my trance hearing his voice. Looking at him, I nod positively.

Food is yummy, but right now, food is not important. What is important is how thoughtfully he has planned this date. I am noticing small things, such as my favorite flowers, my favorite wine, and my favorite food, and most importantly, there is no crowd around. It's just us.

"Why Ava?" I asked about the yacht, and he got my point before I explained. Maybe I'm expecting this question.

"This is my favorite yacht and very close to my heart. This I bought with my own hard-earned money. But when you came into my life, I gave this yacht a name. My favorite name." He spoke, looking into my eyes.

Lots of emotions are roaming in his eyes, and I am trying to read them one by one.

"So, you gave my name to the yacht?" I asked in fake anger.

"Well, not only this yacht but many other things too, he said, scratching his neck nervously.

"As in?" I asked for my back to rest on the chair.

"Ahem, as in my other companies." He said this, taking back his hand and keeping the fork on the plate.

"Which other companies?" I asked, knitting my eyes. As far as I know, he has two SONS, I thought.

"Have you heard of SSH International? he asked.

"Yeah, it is a new, booming company. They are trying their hand in so many sectors. I do not know how they will manage my god." I said, keeping my hand on my chest.

"Yeah, that one," he said.

"So, what about that?" I asked. Sometimes that man is confusing.

"SH means Ava Jensen International." He said something like, No big deal.

"Do you even know the worth of that company?" I am almost making fun of him.

"Of course, baby, I know the worth of everything I own." He said this, looking into my eyes.

What he said I did not understand, but I at least understood it had a double meaning. But I shrug it off.

"Now let us finish the food. It is cold outside." I said, running my palms down my arms.

"I can eat by myself, Mr. Jensen. Let us not forget I have grown up, not a baby," I said when he was taking my fork back in his hand.

"You do not know, darling, how glad I am that you are no longer a baby." He said it, chuckling.

I also laughed at his statement, and we finished the dinner.

After dinner, we both went to the corner of the deck. Two comfy couches lying nicely give us a beautiful view of the New York skyline.

How this big-big building looked so small but so beautiful.

Before I took a seat, Blake made me sit on his lap. And for the first time, I did not feel odd.

Making myself comfortable on his lap, I let my head fall on his shoulder. Somehow, I have liked his closeness, his touch, his care, and his protectiveness.

"Did you like the date?" His husk is near my ear.

"Hmm, you know it is my first date," I said, taking a deep breath in his arms.

"Mine too" Hearing this, I look back, raising my eyebrow.

I said "liar," saying I turned back to my same position.

"I am not lying," he said, resting his head on mine.