Chapter 75 THE DINNER

RAPHAEL’S P O V

‘‘My father just called me…’’ I announced with a frown as I went back to the kitchen, and there I saw Naya already washing the dishes. ‘‘He wants to have dinner with me tomorrow…’’

‘‘Dinner with him…?’’ she repeated, peering at me over her shoulder, her brows knitted when she noticed my reaction. ‘‘Don’t you want to go?’’

I gave a slight shake of my head.

‘‘Why not?’’ she wiped her hands with the kitchen towel and walked closer to me. ‘‘Maybe your dad wants to make up for his shortcomings...’’

‘‘I don’t think so…’’ I sighed, turning away from her, and padded my way to the living room. I could hear her light footsteps following me, and I knew she would insist that I go.

‘‘Why don’t you give your father a chance?’’ I had the guts to roll my eyes because I knew she couldn't see my face because my back was still turned toward her. ‘‘Aren’t you curious why all of a sudden he invited you over? Maybe he wants to get close to you this time. As his son, he wishes to…’’