‘How does talking to your father bring me closer to marrying you?’ Chantal wondered briefly what had made him so suspicious of women.
‘You saw his face. You saw how delighted he was when he thought we were together.’
‘He’s obviously very keen to see you married,’ Chantal said, her expression softening at the thought of his father. ‘But I’m sure when you explained that it was all a misunderstanding he understood.’
Angelos tensed and turned away from her, his broad shoulders rigid with tension. ‘Unfortunately I wasn’t able to do that.’
‘Why not?’
He turned back to face her and a muscle flickered in his lean jaw. ‘My father had a heart attack that night. He was in hospital here in Paris for a week and then I had him flown back to Greece.’
‘No!’ Genuinely distressed by that piece of news, Chantal lifted her hand to her mouth and shook her head. ‘Please tell me that isn’t true—’
His eyes darkened ominously. ‘You think I would joke about such a thing?’
‘No! I just—’ She felt as though something was crumbling inside her and she rubbed her fingers across her forehead, trying desperately to pull herself to
gether. What was the matter with her? He wasn’t her father. It was ridiculous to feel this way. ‘I’m sorry. It’s just that—is he going to be all right?’
‘Why would you care?’
‘Because I liked him so much. Is he recovering?’
‘According to the doctors, his recovery so far has been nothing short of miraculous. Apparently he has been clinging to life, determined to live long enough to witness my marriage to the wonderful woman he saw me with that night at the ball.’ His tone was acid. ‘It seems that our “relationship” has given him a reason to live.’
‘I’m glad he’s going to be all right, but—’ Chantal stared at him in growing dismay as his words sunk in ‘—you didn’t—you haven’t told him the truth, then?’
‘What do you think?’
That he was a man who loved his father. Greek. Family mattered to Greeks. ‘Obviously you didn’t want to as he was poorly, and no one would blame you for that.’ Feeling awkward, she cleared her throat. ‘So that means he still thinks that we—that we’re—’
‘In love,’ Angelos slotted in helpfully. ‘Crazy about each other. All the things you told him that night. When he finally regained consciousness he distracted himself from the stresses of hospital by lying in bed naming his grandchildren.’
‘Oh—’ Chantal breathed out heavily and thought quickly. ‘So obviously you’re waiting to find the right time to explain that there was a misunderstanding?’
‘And when do you think he’d like to hear that piece of unwelcome news?’ His tone was biting. ‘Before or after his next heart attack—which, according to the specialists, is a distinct possibility.’
Chantal was horrified. ‘I seriously hope they’re wrong about that.’
‘So,’ he said grimly, ‘do I.’
‘I hope he’s resting.’
‘He is currently staying on my island in Greece.’
‘Your island?’ He had an island? It was just as well she hadn’t known who he was, Chantal thought weakly, because she never would have had the courage to talk to him in the first place. ‘He’s on his own on an island? Is that the best place for him?’
‘He has a team of nurses and doctors attending to him and I intend to join him shortly.’
‘Well, in that case—’ she licked her lips ‘—I’m sure once you’re there you’ll find the right time to tell him that we’re not exactly—together.’
‘I don’t intend to tell him. Not until he’s well. On the contrary, the doctors have instructed that he should be kept as relaxed as possible over the coming weeks. No stresses. No worries. He should be surrounded by people he loves and trusts.’
‘Right. Well, that sounds sensible.’ Chantal stared at him. ‘So—what does this have to do with me?’
His mouth tightened. ‘Unfortunately for both of us you played your game rather well the night of the ball. My father enjoyed your company enormously. He is looking forward to your arrival on the island so that he can get to know his future daughter-in-law.’
CHAPTER FOUR