Chapter 67. Chaotic Dinner

DYLAN

“Lyle, do you mind moving to the chair beside Dad?”

Ashlene voiced out. Lyle turned his head to the side and looked me straight in the eye. Then, his gaze traveled down to what I was wearing. I know what he’s thinking. I look nothing like him.

Wow. He can still do that without flinching, huh? He can still look at me as if he didn’t kiss my wife behind my back.

“Of course,” Lyle answered and sat on the chair next to Seth. The Ridley boys were talking to each other about a client named Freud. I don’t know if that’s a pseudonym or an actual last name. If it’s the latter, then that’s interesting.

I took my seat back and sat down. Ashlene squeezed my hand. I don’t know for what purpose that is.

While the Ridleys were talking about their business clients, a man in black polo and pants approached our table.

“Are we ready to order, ma’am and sir?” he asked with a charming smile. His neat, sleeked-back brown hair was gelled to the back of his h