Claimed And Marked By Her Stepbrother Mates novel Chapter 236

Chapter 236: 236-Let Me Aid My Big Bad Stepbrother

Helanie:

I booked out of the room in an attempt to find someone and inform them about the lycan in the mansion.

I ran into the living room as my guestroom was right next to the entrance and away from the living room and the foyer.

I rushed past it, reaching the second floor after taking big steps on the stairs. The first door to appear was Kaye’s, with a black doorknob.

I hesitated for a while when I recalled how he had acted the last time I had entered his room. But then I remembered the lycan, and I found it terrifying enough to start knocking on his door.

I was certain he would come out to help me, but weirdly enough, he didn’t.

My next stop was the door with a golden pattern: Maximus’s room. As I was about to knock on it, I heard some footsteps and a door being slammed shut on the first floor.

It came from the backside of the mansion, like the backdoor.

Curiosity hit me, and I made my way to the stairs again, steadily walking down with a vase in my hand that I picked from the side.

I reached the first floor, and the minute I saw a big shadow appear from the dark and move towards me, I raised the vase to land a strike.

My hand landed on the person, and the vase shattered on his head. Before I could scream, he lunged at me and put his hand on my mouth, pushing me against the wall and shushing me.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" he hissed in my face. It was Norman.

He was tightly silencing me with his hand while blood was gushing down his head and covering all over his face.

"It’s me, not some burglar, okay?" he muttered again just to reassure me I wasn’t facing someone terrible coming into the mansion.

I was so shocked that I was just standing with my hands raised and attached to the wall, my eyes bugged out at him.

"I’m going to remove my hand from your mouth, but don’t make a noise and ruin everyone’s sleep, okay?" he asked again, anger all over his face and in his tone. I mean, I just bonked him with a vase; he was mad.

I nodded, and he gently slipped his hand off my mouth and stepped back. That’s when I got to see his messy state.

He was covered in what almost seemed like dirt. His shirt was open too, and he was missing a belt, it seemed.

He is usually well-dressed and never misses his belt, cufflinks, or watch.

So it was a huge noticeable difference. And then my eyes landed on his naked body. He had a huge scar under his ribs. It looked so painful. He followed my eyes and quickly turned his face to the other side, buttoning up his shirt.

"It’s ill manners to stare at someone, you know? You wouldn’t like it if I—well, never mind," he was yapping, but I had a few questions.

"What were you doing out there?" I questioned, and he turned to face me now that he had his shirt all buttoned up. He actually did it wrong, with many missed spots, but that was not my focus of attention.