Claimed And Marked By Her Stepbrother Mates novel Chapter 178

Chapter 178: 178-Day After The Mess

Helanie:

"Uhmmm!" Comfort and good sleep go hand in hand. Especially when you have had a good 12 hours’ sleep.

I had the best sleep in so long. I slept like a baby and didn’t even wake up until the lights were shed from the window.

I got up and yawned, stretching my arms as far apart as I could. There is a weird satisfaction about stretching after waking up.

But the minute cold brushed against my skin, I lowered my head to look at my attire, and a shockwave hit me when I found myself wearing Jenny’s nighty that she forgot to pack, and I was supposed to pack it in my luggage.

"Wait a minute! I was supposed to be—at the beach," I instantly pushed the blanket away and yelled, ready to jump out of the bed and try to get the idea of what the heck happened and how I ended up sleeping for so long.

As I screamed and jumped to my feet, another shock hit me when someone barged in hurriedly. His sight in front of me was like watching a ghost doing tango.

"Ahhh!" I screamed and wrapped my arms around my body, feeling so naked before the monster called Norman rushed in.

He sighed and rolled his eyes as if calling me dramatic and then turned his body to the side, his hands on his waist.

"I believe you are in your senses now," he commented, causing me to look around while still hugging myself. I found my sweater and baggy jeans on the couch, so I rushed to grab them. As I began to slip into the sweater, I complained, "How the heck did I end up in this—nighty? And why are you here?"

"Are you done?" Instead of responding to me, he asked very coldly.

Of course, he didn’t care how worried I was thinking about everything, and especially his presence in the guesthouse when I was all alone.

"Yes," I grunted, folding my arms over my chest and maintaining a frown on my forehead.

He turned to face me. He wasn’t wearing his coat, and his shirt’s first few buttons were open. I was extremely disturbed, thinking about the missing hours from my memory.

"You were given FOL," he replied, and when I frowned, he explained, "Flame of Dust."

I had a mixed reaction to his statement. I first believed he was lying to me just to freak me out, and then I remembered the note Salem had written for me.

"Ugh!" As a yelp escaped my lips, I covered my mouth with my hands and kept staring at Norman with my eyes wide and big.

"Oh no! Wait—did I? Why did you—oh my—did we?" I had so many questions, and none of them were able to leave my mouth in full sentences.