“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 ...