The Man Who Never Looked Away novel Chapter 63

When Tobin heard that Lavinia wanted to take him to dinner, he came running.

He had been furious these past few days. Now she was offering to buy him dinner? What did it mean? Was she scared? Had she finally seen the light?

He wanted to see what kind of game the young Mrs. Harper was playing.

Pushing open the private dining room door, Tobin paused.

Lavinia sat inside, wearing an ivory silk blouse with the collar slightly unbuttoned, revealing her delicate collarbones. Her hair cascaded loosely over her shoulders, making her face look even more striking. She wore light makeup that softened her features.

A beautiful woman under the warm lights—she was utterly captivating.

Tobin smirked, shut the door behind him, and swaggered over to take a seat.

"Why so polite today, Mrs. Harper?" He leaned back in his chair and crossed his legs. "Finally figured it out? Realized you needed to treat me to dinner?"

Lavinia poured him a drink in silence.

Tobin picked up the glass, didn't drink, and set it back down. He tilted his head, studying her, and suddenly laughed.

"You haven't been with Garnett these past few days, have you?"

Lavinia's fingers tightened imperceptibly.

"He's been with Sigrid the whole time," Tobin said casually. "Don't think his standing up for you last time meant anything other than protecting the Harper family's pride. You? You can't even compare to Sigrid."

He slowly blew on his drink, waiting to see her reaction.

Lavinia lowered her eyes and stayed silent for a few seconds.

Then she looked up and smiled.

"Tobin, thank you for being so honest. That time my husband went to Portus City with Sigrid for her father's grave relocation... you were the one who secretly texted me about it, weren't you?"

Tobin raised an eyebrow. "So what if I was? If you know what's good for you, step aside. Stop taking up space if you can't even give him a kid."

Lavinia laughed. She tilted her head, her voice soft. "But I'm so used to being the pampered Mrs. Harper. How would I survive without Garnett? Would you provide for me?"

Tobin stared at her. Her smile was exactly the same as it had been in college. The same crescent-shaped eyes, the same soft lips.

Back in school, she used to walk past his homeroom window with an insulated bag to bring food to Saul. His desk was right by the window, and she walked past him every single time. But she never once looked at him.

Not even once.

"Why waste your time on someone who doesn't love you? Give me a try. I can give you a better life than you have now."

*Bang!*

The door to the private room was violently thrown open.

Tobin whipped his head around, the color completely draining from his face.

His father, Conrad Jensen, stood in the doorway, livid.

"Dad?" Tobin's voice cracked.

He looked back at Lavinia, his pale face turning a sickly green.

"You set me up?" Tobin's voice was tight.

Lavinia stood up, pulled a voice recorder from her purse, pressed pause, and held it up.

"I recorded everything. Mr. Jensen, if you don't want the Harper family to find out you raised such a shameless, degenerate son, buy Duncan's reagents. Buy enough of them, and I'll pretend this never happened."