Claimed And Marked By Her Stepbrother Mates novel Chapter 234

Chapter 234: 234-Let’s Talk About Me

Helanie:

There was no choice left for argument or discussion. I remembered what Emmet had told me: that some people can really bully someone into making decisions that make them look bad. Hence, I didn’t argue with Lord McQuoid. I wanted Norman to dismiss his father’s orders. And if not, it’s not like I was the only one getting tortured, getting therapy from Norman. He hated it just as much.

"You are not taking the eleva--," Norman complained as I had to follow him. But his words were cut short when he realized I didn’t plan to either.

I have challenged myself to grow my strength so that I can continue to wipe off Charlotte’s smile whenever I get praised for acing any tests.

Especially combat classes.

"Huh! How many breaks will you take reaching the fifth floor?" he commented, walking ahead of me.

I didn’t argue because it was not a lie that I would need my breath and needed to save my energy to climb to the fifth floor.

However, like I had said before, my strength had increased now.

But the issue was Norman’s butt in my view.

His pants were really tight to the point that his ass cheeks were perfectly visible. I would look away, but then my eyes would drive back to how round and muscular his ass looked.

I scoffed, shaking my head. I could throw him down and punch him repeatedly.

Why so hostile? I just didn’t like this dude and his arrogant ass, I mean his attitude. Dammit.

Once we reached the fifth floor, I watched him turn around with a smirk on his face. But the smirk of satisfaction washed off his face instantly when he realized I stood straight with my breaths steady and my hands tied in front of my body.

The disappointment was so real on his face.

"Alright, let it out," he waved his hand and turned around to unlock his office, and just like he said, I did let out the breath I had been holding back.

I wheezed while noticing him laughing at me when entering his office.

His office was more in cylindrical length. There was a beautifully decorated table between two comfortable couches. _{fгeewёbnoѵel.cσm}

He gestured at me to take the couch while he rolled up his sleeves and took the couch from across mine.

"So, how are you feeling now?" he inquired.

"I’m fine. I am not as breathless as you think I would be, but that’s very weird of you--," I immediately thought he was mocking me until he rolled his eyes to silence me.

"I was talking about what happened at the academy today," he gave me a blank look, causing me to feel embarrassed for my outburst.