The Billionaire's Christmas Revenge (Book 4)

Chapter 20

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Geneviève's POV.

"My darling." His mother greeted immediately upon entering the room as she pulled him into a tight embrace forcing him to release my hand as his father followed suit.

With their backs turned to me, I mentally prepared myself as Dillon's bright green gaze met mine.

"Mum...Dad." He began extending his hand to mine as the elder Harrington's slowly turned my way.

Tugging me protectively against his hold my knees quivered as I forced myself to smile under the unrelenting gaze of his mother. This situation only served as an example as to why Stella was much better at social events than me. The very thought left a bitter taste in my mouth as I swallowed the lump forming in my throat.

"It's lovely to see you again Geneviève." His father greeted placing twin kisses to each of my cheeks breaking the palpable tension. My chest physically decreased as the pent of air trapped in my lungs gradually escaped. Maybe it was the familiarity of the accent I had heard in his voice or the warmth shining in his striking green eyes so similar to his son's but a genuine smile made its way to my face. At a staggering height almost a few inches shorter than his son, the older Mr. Harrington was still as handsome. Dressed in a pair navy slacks and a button up steamed press white shirt completed with a festive colored cardigan he was the very air of cool and calm as his bright gaze twinkled.

"The pleasure is all mines Mr. Harrington." I replied as Dillon gently squeezed my sides in comfort.

"Oh please call me Michel." He said on a deep laugh shaking his salt and pepper hair, "You look the same after all these years with an added essence of beauty of course."

Flushing deeply, Dillon's low laughter gathered my attention as I tilted my head to look into his smiling eyes as he met mine, "You have to excuse my father angel." He said on a grin, "He's a natural flirt."

"What can I say son?" His father replied goodheartedly, "I always had an eye for a beautiful woman, isn't that right Eleanor?" He asked rhetorically to his wife as she stood staring at me witheringly.

Dressed as regal as the queen, she looked as classically elegant in a royal blue pleated dress perfectly complimenting her winter blue eyes as her gaze on mine remained as equally frozen. Her blond hair remained pinned up in chignon, not a strand out of place; I had to resist the urge to tuck mine hair behind my ear. Twin pearl diamond earrings adorned her ear I felt my stomach twisted as I suddenly remembered my grandmother's.

"Hello Geneviève." She said in her lilting British accent as she regarded me shrewdly breaking me out of my trance.

"Mrs. Harrington." I began finding my voice, "Your home is beautiful."

Gracing me a stiff smile, Dillon squeezed my waist in comfort.

"Come this way my dear." Michel said offering me his arm and a smile of his own to break the hostile atmosphere as he led me into a seat, "Supper should be served any moment now."

Taking his place beside me, Dillon placed a comforting hand on my exposed leg as the heat of his hand burnt through my skin. Though it was meant to be reassuring, heat blossomed in my lower stomach as his dark aroused eyes clashed with mine and the hint of a smirk ghosted his mouth as he knew the effect he was having on me.