Claimed And Marked By Her Stepbrother Mates novel Chapter 508

Chapter 508: 508-Facing His Fiancé

Helanie:

"If you want, we can go out for a while," Norman said after he came out of the shower. His black shirt was all wet—he hadn’t dried himself properly. I could tell he wasn’t used to putting on clothes right after a shower.

But I appreciated that he didn’t come out in just a towel.

Just the thought made me bury my face.

I had devoured the pizza like I hadn’t eaten in days—which, to be honest, wasn’t a lie. Everything I ate while staying with my parents back home felt like it came with a side of taunts and scoffs.

Living there wasn’t as hard as it used to be, but that was only because their words didn’t hurt me anymore—and they wouldn’t dare lay a hand on me now.

"Okay, I’m sorry," Norman sighed and slowly walked over to the couch, sitting beside me. His whole body turned toward me, one leg bent with the foot resting on the other thigh.

"For what?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

"For... asking you to give Emmet a second chance. It was really selfish of me. You have every reason to be hurt and not forgive someone who broke your heart," he said, his tone honest, and I was a bit surprised.

"It must be so hard," I turned to him, watching the way his brow furrowed.

It felt strange sitting face-to-face with him like this, in his bedroom, on the same couch, with the door locked.

"What is?" he asked, looking like he genuinely wanted to fix whatever it was I found difficult.

"To only focus on other people’s happiness. To try so hard to fix everyone else’s problems," I mumbled. I was surprised it took him a moment to realize I was talking about him.

"Umm, no! It’s fine. It’s nothing," he said, clearly confused by the way I had put it.

"You do realize your only reason for living isn’t just to serve others, right? You have your own priorities. Things you love. A life you want for yourself," I said. I didn’t even know what made me say all that, but I could tell it shocked him.

"This is what older siblings do. You’d do the same for Vani," he said with a shrug, like I expected.

"I wanted to ask you something," he said quietly, shifting to face forward, looking away from me.

I couldn’t believe he was acting shy while I was just staring at him.

"Go ahead," I replied.

"What do you want to do about those Alphas? Do you still want to go with the plan—make them confess somehow—or... if you want, they can be taken care of," he said without looking at me once.

I shook my head at him, kind of in disbelief.

Such a big, tough guy—having soft, shy moments like this—it was actually kind of cute.