Mated To My Boyfriend's Dad novel Chapter 159

Chapter 159: _ Delicious Pain

[Warning: Mature Content Ahead]

Yayy!

"We need to find him," Kylo interrupted Isleen, his voice firm despite the tremor running through it. "We’ll split up. Isleen and I will check the burnt houses in case he wandered over there. Perhaps, he forgot something over at the apartment and has gone to retrieve it. Anyway, Fergus, you and Lupe stay here in case he comes back."

"That sounds like a good plan," Lupe said with a strained but resolute voice. "We’ll wait here and wish you both luck."

Isleen, still sniffling, nodded in agreement. She threw Fergus a pleading look before clinging to Kylo’s arm as they hurried out the door.

"Go safely," Fergus mumbled, wishing them luck too.

Luck, huh?

He wished them luck in finding a ghost. Hahaha! How amusing was that? This was what was akin to torture for him, holding back his laughter when he in fact wanted to burst out laughing at the top of his voice.

Truth be told, the son Isleen was crying for was him. He was the one who had been with her. He was the one who had served her pleasure every night and killed those who oppressed her and watched over her.

It was him and had always been him.

The slam of the door echoed in the silence, leaving Fergus and Lupe alone as Kylo and Isleen exited. Lupe sank onto the couch with a hand supporting her head.

"This is just getting worse and worse, isn’t it?" she sighed, running a hand through her hair.

"Seems that way," Fergus said, keeping his voice neutral.

Internally, however, a new idea popped into his head. It was a way of compensating himself for working hard today.

Yes, he had done a good job, hadn’t he? And from the looks of it, Kylo and Isleen would be out for a long while. They would not find ’Liam’ in the apartment since his bones were long dried up by now.

That meant they were going to the station to file a report, and that would certainly take a lot of time. It meant he had a lot of time on his hands.

So, why not enjoy himself?

"But hey," he continued with his reply to Lupe as a playful smirk graced his lips, "maybe we can make the best of a bad situation, right?"

Lupe scoffed dismissively. "The best? How exactly can we make the best out of a missing child and a pack in mourning?"

Fergus sauntered closer to her deliberately and calculated. He brushed his hand against her thigh, sending a jolt of excitement through him.

Despite his amusement at the chaos, the sight of Lupe’s distress did something unexpected to him. Perhaps it was the vulnerability in her eyes or the way her scent was tinged with fear and mingled with her usual floral perfume.

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