Claimed And Marked By Her Stepbrother Mates novel Chapter 509

Chapter 509: 509-I Am Not A Homewrecker.

Helanie:

I half expected her hand to land hard on my cheek and knock me down. But when that didn’t happen and I found Norman standing beside me, I thought he might have stopped her from hitting me. But that wasn’t the truth either. He had indeed arrived to prevent the slap, but it was Jessica herself who had stopped her hand.

"I can’t even hit you," she muttered, tears falling down her face.

"Jessica, it’s not her fault," Norman stepped between us and gently held my hand to pull me behind him. I saw Jessica watching his hand over mine and I instantly pulled away from his grip.

She was noticing every single move so closely that it started to worry me.

"Don’t worry, I won’t hurt her, Norman. I’m hurt and sad, but I know it’s not her fault," she explained, as if justifying why she had stopped herself from hitting me.

"Can I come inside? I feel even more humiliated not being allowed into a room filled with things I chose," she asked me directly, making Norman scoff.

"You don’t need to say anything to her," he said in a defensive tone. I realized that whenever he spoke up for me, more tears would fall from her eyes.

"Come in, please," I said—I needed to talk to her. I didn’t find her threatening for some reason.

Which was strange, because I thought she would be angry and might yell or hit me.

I stepped aside, and so did Norman, and Jessica walked in. The way she looked around and took a deep breath made me feel incredibly guilty.

She then went ahead and sat on the couch. I rushed to grab the empty pizza boxes off the table before her, when Norman grabbed my arm and stopped me.

"I don’t want you to clean up in front of her or anyone," he said. I didn’t know why he thought that was a bad thing, but he began picking up the boxes himself.

And once again, Jessica noticed.

I sat with Jessica on the couch, but when Norman was about to sit beside me, Jessica cleared her throat and held my hand.

"Can it please be just the two of us?" Her request made me look at Norman, who frowned and shook his head.

"Say what you have to say in front of me," he told her.

"I just want a moment alone with her," she insisted again.

"Jessica, I’m the one who hurt you. I’ll talk to you—please don’t involve her," he said. He sounded so sweet and gentle, even though it wasn’t his mistake.

He must be in so much pain, sitting across from her and not being able to hold her. He must have loved her in his own twisted way to marry her. I knew Norman—even when he was cold-hearted, the people he kept close were the ones he was willing to do anything for.

"But I just want to have a heart-to-heart with her," she added, almost pleading. I felt bad for her. The way she looked at Norman, even after he had betrayed her, made me wonder if her love was really that pure—that even after her fiancé had cheated on her, she still couldn’t look at him with disgust.

I remembered myself.