Marriage with my daughter's father: Darling please be gentle - Chapter 123

Chapter 123: Chapter 123: Nice leg

“You did this on purpose, didn’t you? You wanted him to disclose his relationship with Winter—that’s why you dragged me into this!” Dianna seethed, her voice shaking with rage.

She was losing her mind over Kalix’s marriage to Winter. She never saw this coming, especially from the one person who had convinced her so skillfully.

She should have known better than to trust someone infamous for their betrayals.

“Lower your voice, Dianna. I’m sure you don’t want anyone else to learn the truth,” Dorothy said coolly.

Yes, she had wanted to expose Winter’s relationship publicly, but she had never expected Kalix to show up with marriage certificates in hand.

She had underestimated him. She should have known how calculating and cunning Kalix could be, twisting the entire situation in his favor. And now, she regretted dragging Dianna into her plans.

“Dianna, you cannot speak to my mother like that,” Agnes interjected.

“And how exactly should I speak to her then?” Dianna snapped. “Her plan completely backfired, and the promise she made to me is ruined. Now tell me—how am I supposed to have Kalix?”

Dorothy eyed her coldly. She had known Dianna was obsessed with Kalix—her own daughter had foolishly spilled every little detail to her—but she hadn’t realized Dianna was the type to whine over her failures.

“Don’t worry, I haven’t forgotten what I promised you,” Dorothy said, leaning back against the couch and taking a slow sip of her drink.

“They may be married now, but there are other ways to tear them apart.” Her eyes gleamed with malice, and for the first time, Dianna seemed to calm down.

“But before that, we need to ensure our secrets remain hidden,” she added.

Agnes nodded in agreement.

“But what about Eric, Mom? Do you think he’ll just let Winter go now?” she asked.

Dorothy suppressed the urge to sigh. She had never understood her daughter’s fixation on Eric, especially when her father had already forced him into marriage with her. But now that Agnes had brought it up, it made her consider whether their plan had actually played into her hands.

“He will,” Dorothy said confidently. “And even if he doesn’t… you know exactly how to keep him tied to you.” She shot her daughter a knowing look.

Dorothy had thought everything through carefully. But Kalix—just one move from him had changed everything.

However, she didn’t have to fear when she had everything under control.

After wrapping up the meeting, Dianna stumbled out of the club, slightly drunk. Her dizzy mind failed to notice that Stanley had been watching her the entire time.

Kalix had already suspected Dianna’s involvement in framing Winter, but Kingstone’s confession had erased all doubt—especially since he hadn’t uttered a single word against her.

However, the moment Stanley’s gaze landed on Agnes and Dorothy emerging from the same club, his thoughts wavered.

“Did she meet them?” he murmured, referring to Dianna’s possible secret rendezvous with Agnes and Dorothy. His eyes followed them as they slipped into their car and drove away.

Considering everything that had been happening, he doubted it was just a coincidence. He wasn’t willing to let it slide and quickly informed Kalix of the encounter.

Once done, he started his car and drove back to his apartment.

Stanley had been looking forward to a hot shower after such a long day, but the moment he spotted Lilac standing outside his house, his steps faltered.

“What took you so long?” Lilac demanded as he came to a stop in front of her.

Winter had mentioned that Stanley was out running an errand for Kalix, but given how long it had taken, the delay had stretched beyond what she expected—long enough for her to wait for his return.

Stanley didn’t respond right away, but the moment he noticed the takeout bag in Lilac’s hand, everything started to make sense.

“Let’s talk inside,” he said, quickly unlocking the door. They both stepped in.

Stanley tossed his car keys onto the couch and shrugged off his jacket, tossing it aside. Lilac followed him like a lost puppy, her eyes filled with unanswered questions.

“You still haven’t answered me, Stanley. What took you so long?” she pressed.

Stanley stopped in his tracks and turned to face her, only to find her standing right in front of him, her gaze sharp and demanding.

“Why? Are you keeping tabs on my whereabouts now?” he asked, his tone laced with amusement, though it only seemed to infuriate her more.

Lilac normally wouldn’t pry, but ever since she learned about his decision to start underground fights, she couldn’t shake her concern.

“What if I am?” she shot back, lifting her chin defiantly. “Now tell me—was it work that kept you busy, or something else?”

Stanley chuckled at her boldness, finding her mix of frustration and worry oddly endearing.

“When you already know the answer, why bother coming all the way here just to ask?” he teased.

Lilac’s face contorted with indignation, and she quickly denied his accusation. “I didn’t come here to confront you. I brought you your favorite food,” she said, holding up the bag in her hand.

The instant he saw it, his expression softened. He had already suspected as much, but hearing her say it still made his heart melt.

“Okay, give me ten minutes. I’ll take a quick shower, and then we’ll eat,” he said, turning on his heels and disappearing into his room without waiting for her reply.

Lilac had only intended to drop off the food and leave, but Stanley hadn’t even given her the chance to speak—he simply walked away, as if expecting her to stay.

Lilac silently turned and placed the bag on the dining table, patiently waiting for Stanley to return.

She had already taken care of the medical bills for every worker who had been injured in the accident. Not only that, but she had also arranged for them to continue receiving their pay until they fully recovered.

Lilac made sure to complete everything Kalix had asked her to do before heading home. But as she passed by Stanley’s favorite takeout place, she couldn’t resist stopping in to pick up his favorite meal.

Lilac was still lost in thought when the door clicked open, and Stanley stepped out—bare-chested.

His damp hair clung to his forehead, and his eyes were slightly red from the hot shower, making Lilac swallow hard.

This wasn’t the first time she had seen him without a shirt, but the way he moved so casually, completely unaware of what his presence was doing to her, made her hesitant.

Stanley walked toward the couch, grabbed the remote, and turned to her.

“Bring the food here,” he said, flipping to a random series before settling comfortably on the couch.

Lilac’s gaze involuntarily trailed down his back, her breath hitching at the sight of his dragon tattoo. The ink curled along his spine, covering most of his back, while his long hair cascaded over his shoulders. When he casually tossed it back, the movement felt almost too effortless—too lethal to her sanity.

The sight alone was enough to ruin her, yet like the shameless person she was, she quietly obeyed, grabbing the food and sitting beside him.

Just as she reached for a piece, Stanley’s voice cut through the air.

“Nice leg.”

Lilac froze, her head snapping toward him in confusion.

He smirked. “I meant the fried chicken leg piece.”

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