Mated To My Boyfriend's Dad novel Chapter 68

Chapter 68: _ I Reject You

I squeezed my eyes shut, willing my trembling body to calm. If this went on, it’d only get worse.

This was it. The moment I had to end this madness. Taking a deep breath, I steeled myself.

"Gamma Rhett," I started, "This... this can’t go on."

He turned to face me fully, his expression unreadable. "What can’t go on, Isleen?"

Why was he acting oblivious? It was obvious what couldn’t go on, wasn’t it?

"This," I gestured between us, "Us. It’s wrong, it’s forbidden, and it has to stop."

I saw him tilt his head. "I thought there was no– US...?"

Oh, Geez.

Why was he doing this to me? He definitely knew what I meant. This oblivious facade of his was a trap– I needed to be careful.

"I mean, to make sure to make sure that there can never be an ’us’, I must do this." I shrugged.

I was trying to appear smug but heaven knows that it was a whirlwind of chaos in me. I couldn’t even look him in the eyes, or face. I had my gaze fixated on his jacket and admired his well-sewn suit.

"Rhett Darkwater..." I began, feeling like the car had been suffocating despite the air conditioning. "I, Isleen Gracia reject you as my mate."

There, I did and said it.

A heavy silence stretched between us afterward. His eyes, the same dark brown that held the vastness of the night, held me captive. I saw a flicker of something- maybe pain, maybe surprise, but it was gone as quickly as it appeared.

Then, a scoff escaped his lips, morphing into a full-blown, disbelieving laugh. It grated on my nerves, but I held my ground, refusing to flinch.

What was so funny about this?

Why was this man so unnerving me?

"Rejecting me, Isleen?" he finally asked, the amusement gone from his voice. It was now replaced by a dangerous edge. "Is that what you’re doing?"

It was pretty much obvious, wasn’t it?

I just had to do this, for me, for Kylo, and even for him. He’d lose his son should he have me. I’m sure he wasn’t ready to make such a sacrifice all in the name of his devotion and beliefs.

"Yes," I whispered, my gaze dropping to my lap. I couldn’t bear to see the reaction in his eyes.

He remained silent for a moment that seemed like an eternity. The tension between us in the car seemed to rise with every second.

Then, he spoke with a low but calculated voice. "Look at me, Isleen," he commanded, his tone leaving no room for argument.

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