Claimed And Marked By Her Stepbrother Mates novel Chapter 575

Chapter 575: 575-It Had Always Been Me

Helanie:

I kept staring at his face, trying to understand why his response was to laugh out loud. I shook my head in disbelief.

"So you take pride in making a fool out of me?" The moment my voice turned serious and a small hiccup escaped my lips, his smile disappeared.

"Listen—I didn’t sleep with her," he said in a much more serious tone this time. But I placed my hand on his chest to push him away, just to show how annoyed I was with him. The moment I did that, my hand touched his bare skin, my fingers fitting perfectly over his tattoo, and for a second, I couldn’t focus on anything else.

Like some weirdo, I had my hand on his chest, staring at the way he breathed. His phone ringing was what made me pull my hand back.

I watched him check the screen and then sneak a quick glance at me. I knew right then that whoever was calling him was someone he was too scared to answer in front of me.

"Who is it?" I asked.

"Jessica," he replied, and I nodded, smiling faintly, trying to look understanding. The timing was always just right—like something was always there to stop me from making a mistake.

"Helanie, I didn’t sleep with her. I stayed in her room, sitting in a chair. That’s all," he said before answering the call and getting off the bed.

He was talking to her, pacing around nervously, clearly worried. Maybe something bad had happened.

As soon as he hung up, he started looking through his closet for a shirt and pants.

"Are you going somewhere?" I asked, watching him dress in a hurry.

"Yeah—Jessica’s in trouble," he replied quickly, but stopped buttoning his shirt when he saw me staring at him without blinking.

"No! I didn’t sleep with her. You need to let that go," he repeated, picking up his shoes. He put them on quickly, stood up, adjusted his pants, then walked over and grabbed my hand.

"Throw on some pants and a shirt—we’re running late," he said, guiding me toward the closet and ordering me gently.

"Where am I going?" I asked.

"Helanie, wherever I’m going. Why would you go anywhere else?" He looked tired and impatient as he grabbed a shirt—his own, in a rush.

"No, it’s okay," I said, picking out my own shirt, not wanting to make things messier for Jessica. As I got dressed, I waited for Norman to answer.

"Why are you taking me with you?" Once ready, I found my hand in his again as he pulled me out of the room. I repeated the question.