Fall For My Ex's Mafia Dad novel Chapter 279

Chapter 279 

“What’s this?” I ask, taking one off the tray and smiling at the 

servant. 

My father tsks as he takes his own drink, waving a hand for the servant to leave. “A sin,” he says, smiling and shaking his head at me. “For my daughter to not know Aperol when she sees it.” 

Curious, I take a sip from the little straw poking out of the glass and my eyes go wide when I realize how good it is. “Oh my god,” I say, looking down at it. “Oh wow, it’s delicious.” 

“Of course it is,” my father laughs, patting me on the knee. “Aperol, prosecco, and tonic. A shame your Daniel has not taught you this.” 

I shrug and smile at him. “Daniel and Kent drink more whiskey than anything else,” I say. 

“Irishman’s drink,” my father says, wrinkling his nose in distaste. “A betrayal but…forgivable. At least they, too, are Catholic.” 

I grin, not really getting why that matters, but…whatever. I put the phrase in my back pocket to use on Natalia later. 

“What brings you to me, daughter,” my father says, turning 

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towards me. “I know it is not merely a visit to see your brother, though I’d be happy if it was. The timing is…too rich.” 

I shrug, not admitting or denying anything. 

“Did your Daniel send you?” my father pushes. “To convince me, again, that your engagement to him is real? I am not fooled, Fay,” he continues, his voice taking on a bit of a warning. “I can. see that you…have more for Ivan, in your heart, than you do for the boy to whom you are engaged.” 

I blush a little, embarrassed that it’s been that obvious. 

“You don’t get it, dad,” I say, tracing a finger along the wood of the bench before I look up into his eyes. “Daniel and I…we’re dedicated to one another.” 

“Dedication makes a better match than passion,” he says, considering. 

I blush again to think of my father thinking of me and Ivan in terms of passion. 

“But Fay,” he continues, “I have…other reasons for wishing you’d turn your head in a new direction. Not to Ivan, if that’s not what you want. But…elsewhere.” 

“What?” I ask, curious. “What reasons?” 

“Fay,” he says, shaking his head. “We have…not been to each other, what a father and a daughter should be. That was your 

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