Chapter 159 Family Dinner

Christina: POV

I smoothed down my Prada dress for the tenth time, catching Patrick's amused glance from the corner of my eye.

"Relax," he said, resting his hand on my knee.

"It's just dinner."

Just dinner?

My throat tightened.

This wasn't "just" anything.

We were sitting in Patrick's Bentley ...

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