Invisible to My First Love (Harper and Maddox) novel Chapter 101

Chapter 101

Chapter 101

Maddox

It was just as I thought, Harper had quickly become comfortable around my uncle and that was in only a few minutes of meeting him. She laughed at everything he said, her eyes constantly crinkling at the corners.

By the time we started heading towards the dining room, he had already told her two stories about his travels, one about almost buying an elephant by mistake in Thailand. She giggled so hard she had to hold onto the side of her torso like her rib hurt.

When she caught me closely watching her, I smiled and gestured to her that she had nothing to worry about from the beginning.

We made it to the dining room and Uncle Sebastian’s chair screeched as he pulled it out to take a seat.

Seeing him already so comfortable made me rush over to Harper so I could get to pull out a chair for her before she did it on her own.

Smoothly pulling it out, I nodded for her to sit down.

“Thanks, babe,” she said with a soft smile, one that managed to get under my skin.

The word babe shouldn’t have meant anything as it was all part of the act. But somehow, it hit a certain spot in my chest.

Pressing my lips together so I don’t smile, I took the seat beside her while my uncle sat across from us.

The lids came off the serving trays and he leaned forward with a dramatic inhale.

“Well, I’m not saying I’ll fight anyone for these leftovers,” he said, “but I’m also not saying I won’t!”

She chuckled loudly as she tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear and I just watched her for a few seconds, taking in the view of her side profile.

When I finally looked over at my uncle, he was already watching me with a smile. It was the kind that said he knew exactly what was going on with me.

I cleared my throat, pretending not to understand, but we both knew he’d read me perfectly. The truth was that he was the first person who knew how different Harper was.

When he took the first bite of the steak, he groaned like he just tasted heaven.

“Now this,” he said, pointing at his plate with his fork, “is better than the steak they serve at La Table Blanche.”

She leaned forward. “Where’s that?” she asked, her tone filled with curiosity.

“In Paris,” he said with a chuckle. “Maddox definitely needs to take you there someday.”

She laughed softly, but my chest tightened in a good way. I liked the sound of that too much.

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