Claimed And Marked By Her Stepbrother Mates novel Chapter 179

Chapter 179: 179-His Turn!

Helanie:

I sat in the backseat while he loaded my bag in the trunk. I had only one bag, and it wasn’t even heavy, but he was acting weird and grabbed the bag out of my hand.

Once he sat in the driver’s seat and started driving, I began to relax a bit in the backseat.

"Ahem!" he cleared his throat, making a shiver run up my spine.

"What do you eat for breakfast?" he asked, fixing the rear view mirror to keep an eye on me.

"Anything. I am not picky," I replied, and he nodded his head.

"Tell me something. Did your father love your mother?" As he asked me that question, I couldn’t help but recall my time with them when they were married. I was very little, but I do remember them fighting a lot.

"I guess," I shrugged, not sure.

It seemed like there was also some stress between them. Whenever my father would come home late or drunk and my mother was angry at him, he would just give her this look, and she would instantly feel guilty.

"May I ask you something?" Without waiting for him to respond, I proceeded to ask him, "When did my mother come to live with you guys?" I was not sure what happened to her after I returned home and picked my dad.

I just know I was six at that time, and then my mother was just gone. She disappeared and never even contacted me back.

"We were little. It had been some years," he cleared his throat while answering. Since we were talking, and the car ride was about a few hours, I realized it was better than silence that we spoke about stuff that wasn’t too personal but also engaging.

"Why are you the way you are?" I bit my tongue the minute I asked him that question. I was not supposed to ask him anything personal.

"Describe the way I am." However, he gave me a chance to correct my mistake.

"Umm, very determined. Umm, the one who doesn’t smile much and is always focused on work. Someone who is overprotective of his brothers and doe—" As I continued to sugarcoat my thoughts of him, he intervened to get me to the point.

"Be honest."

I sighed and uttered, "A bitch! You are a bitch most of the time."

I expected him to yell at me, ask me to get out, or even call me different slurs, but instead, I watched him let out a little snort almost before he fixed his posture.

"I am this way and will remain this way," he stated.

I nodded, thankful that topic was over, and I’m guessing it was his turn to ask me questions now.