“Should I go with you and Candace at night?” Cristelle worriedly asked as they got in their car, “I don’t think your dad wants me to be there.”

She sounded like a wife who was nervous about seeing her husband’s parents. But she was totally unaware of that.

“It doesn’t matter. I don’t care if he likes you or not. I like you. This is what matters,” Linford smiled.

Cristelle looked away, blushing, “You’re ridiculous.”

She was genuinely worried about the dinner, but he always tried to change the topic.

“And… It’s weird,” Cristelle suddenly recalled something else, “Clara seemed weird. Did you two have a fight before?”

Linford faltered,...