Claimed And Marked By Her Stepbrother Mates novel Chapter 75

Chapter 75: 75-Melons Out And He Is Embarrassed

Helanie:

I rushed into the hotel, exhilarated as it finally hit me—I had really won admission. Once in my room, I kicked off my shoes and leapt in joy. This has been the happiest I have been after so long.

"I’ll watch TV all day and eat whatever I want. Two whole days without stress!" I couldn’t believe it—I was still tearing up, but these were tears of happiness. I have longed for this day. And despite having so many obstacles, I did it. Thanks to Kaye and Emmet for it.

I stripped off my clothes and sank into the tub, letting my muscles relax completely. For once, I tried to silence the disturbing thoughts and visions that usually haunted me when I was alone. Pushing aside the sorrow, I focused on my future at the academy.

Yet, a small tension lingered in the back of my mind—anxiety about my health. The constant stress had worn me down. Each day felt like a battle, and every place, a battlefield. I’ve been feeling weaker lately, with frequent headaches adding to my worries.

After a long bath, I’d barely wrapped myself in a bathrobe when there was a knock at my door.

"It must be room service," I thought as I walked over and opened the door. But the person standing outside made me instantly regret not checking first.

I tried to slam the door shut, but he wedged his shoe in, making it impossible to close. Groaning, he forced his arm against the door, shoving it open as I took a step back in fear.

"What are you doing here?" I growled at Norman, who didn’t even respond as he barged inside, scanning the room as if I were hiding something. He checked the balcony, the bathroom, even the corners of the room.

"Take a good look, and don’t forget to look under the bed. I might be hiding one of your precious brothers there," I scoffed, slamming the door shut and crossing my arms over my chest. He halted his search and shot me a deadly glare.

Did he really think his brothers were here?

"Here, sign this," he said, puffing out his chest as he extended a stack of papers towards me.

Frowning, I took the papers and began to skim through them. They were the academy admission documents. I didn’t understand.

He had been so adamant about keeping me out of the academy, yet now he’d shown up in a rush, practically shoving the papers at me.

"Sign them," he repeated, reaching into his pocket to hand me a pen.

I just stared at the pen, then at the papers.

"What’s the delay now? You were desperate enough to do anything to get admitted, and now you’re stalling?" His tone was sharp, clearly intended to sound confident and snarky, yet I could detect a slight hesitation in his voice that didn’t escape me.

"You actually want me to sign these?" I raised a brow, fanning myself with the papers. I could tell he didn’t like it; he probably thought I was being disrespectful to him and his precious academy.