Invisible to My First Love (Harper and Maddox) novel Chapter 83

Chapter 83

Maddox

I pushed open the door to the study and found my father already there, seated at his deck with his phone pressed to his ear. He didn’t even need to say a word. I could tell it was an important call just from the way his

forehead creased in concentration.

When he raised his head and looked in my direction, his expression softened a little. He raised his hand and gestured towards the couches near the window.

He still treated me with the same amount of consideration that he did when I had introduced Harper to him.

I took a seat on one of the couches, stretching my arm along the backrest.

After he wrapped up the call, he made his way to me, lowering himself onto the opposite couch with a faint sigh.

“That was the director in the southern region,” he said, loosening his tie a little. “They’ve hit a few snags.”

I leaned forward. “I can fly down there tomorrow if I need to”

He gently shook his head. “No. I’ll handle it myself. You don’t need to concern yourself with that right now since you have a lot going on in London.”

I leaned back in my seat, studying him. Having him take that off my plate felt…different.

“So,” he said after a few seconds, “what about Harper? Shouldn’t you be with her right now?”

“I’ll join her once we’re done here. She knows where I am, so I can spare a few minutes. What did you want to talk about?”

He studied me for a moment, then rested his chin in the palm of his hand. “You really like her.”

My head tilted slightly. “What makes you say that?”

“The way you look at her. You never looked at Kate like that.”

A laugh escaped my lips, even when I didn’t mean to. Kate had never been anything serious to me. I didn’t even realize my gaze on Harper was different, but hearing my father point it out, struck something deep inside me.

“Too bad her first time here had to be ruined,” he continued, his voice lower. “My wife really crossed the line at lunch. I spoke to her afterward. She tried to justify herself by saying she was trying to get rid of Harper because of her social class. As if that mattered.” His expression hardened for a moment, then softened again. “She forgets how she was when I met her.”

Another laugh escaped my lips. “Uncle Sebastian definitely says that at times.”

“He’s the next person I wanted to talk about. I spoke to him last evening. He’s really getting a divorce.”

“Yeah… that was shocking, to say the least.”

“He sounded so casual about it.” He shook his head, as if remembering the moment he was told.

I nodded in agreement. “That’s exactly how he was with me. We even shared a drink. Like his marriage hadn’t just crumbled. And the way he always used to look at his wife, I thought he was crazy in love.”

He sighed deeply. “Sometimes, people just drift apart.”

Just as he was about to speak further, the door creaked open, and just like that, the air shifted when my father gave me a heads up.

“I told Margot to come here.”

After closing the door behind her, she made her way to the couches as if she owned the damn place.

Her eyes narrowed slightly when she saw my father and I sitting across from each other like equals.

Without hesitation, she took the seat beside him, placing her hand possessively over his.

“Well, your father emphasized the importance of my presence, so here I am.”

I almost laughed at her attempt to clear things up. “I didn’t even ask you anything yet. There’s no need. It’s your house anyway.”

“You’re right about that.” She pursed her lips before smiling again, like she had my father tightly wrapped around her finger. She turned her head towards him, her voice turning sweet. “So, honey, what is it you wanted to discuss?”

He exhaled slowly, not even meeting her gaze, but looking past my shoulder instead as he said, “I’ve decided to visit Rachel’s gravesite.”

She pulled her hand away from his in a sharp movement, her composure faltering. But she wasn’t half as shocked as I was.

The words hit me hard and my chest tightened. After all these years, he actually said he would visit her gravesite and out loud.

Margot recovered quickly with fake politeness. “Why now?”

Even with her voice carefully controlled, I could still hear the bitterness underneath it. As if she could ever cover it up by placing her hand over his again. I saw right through her. She didn’t approve. She never would.

She must have expected my father to change his mind, but his gaze remained as steady as his voice when he spoke his next words.

“Because some things need to change. And that should’ve happened a long time ago.”

Even though I’d never admit it out loud, hearing him say that and finally taking a step toward honoring my mother was better than the entire Larkspur Hills.

“Maybe we should go together,” he said, finally looking at me.

“Yes,” I said quickly, nodding hard, my chest a mix of relief and excitement. “Yes, absolutely.”

For the first time, Margot looked like the outsider in the room, the corners of her mouth unable to hold her smile.

“Is that all you wanted me here for?” she asked, her voice steady.

“Yes,” he said without hesitation.

She pressed her lips into a thin line as she rose from the couch, smoothing down her dress.

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