GoodNovelChapter 64 "We were just waking up to cget you," Soren states quickly, ruffling his hair as if to feign sleepiness. Max's eyes narrow suspiciously at his father before rushing back out the door leaving it wide open behind him.
"Quick, you head down, and we'll be down for breakfast in a minute." Max rushes back out the door, leaving the door wide open, and Soren sighs, moving to shut the door when we hear Max's high-pitched voice call out to his grandmother.
"They're awake, grandma. They were giving each other cooties!" I groan, bringing the pillow over my face, wanting the bed to open up and swallowso I don't have to face his parents. Soren snickers, shutting the door.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"Seems we were being checked up on," Soren states casually, but I can hear the hint of amusement in his voice. "We are going to be busted for lying," I tell him as he moves towards his walk-in closet.
"Doubtful, knowing my mother. She'll be too excited about planning our wedding to notice anything odd between us. So get dressed before she comes barging in here," he tells me, his tone filled with lightheartedness.
"Doesn't it bother you? Especially if she goes to all the trouble of planning everything. It will be a waste of her time," I respond, my voice tinged with concern.
Soren pauses, looking thoughtful for a moment before responding.
0.00% > O III Chapter 64 1 288 Vouchers "No, but it buystime. Then we break up. That will buymore tto get over the supposed heartbreak,” he laughs. Yet I don't because I know the only one who will be heartbroken in all this is me.
"And what happens then, Soren? When your mom has pieces all the scraps of your broken heart back together?" I ask him, my voice barely a whisper. The words hang in the air, heavy with the unspoken truth of our shared past, of the pain we've both endured.
"I guess we'll see when we get there," he replies, his eyes never leaving mine. His voice is steady, resolute, but I can see the cracks in his facade, the vulnerability hidden beneath his bravado. And I know that when the tcomes, when we're forced to face the consequences of our actions, it's not just my heart that will be at stake, but also the very essence of who I am, and how does Max play into all this..
"What about Max?" I ask. He says nothing and I know that is what he is mostly worried about. I pull the sheets tighter around me, my chest aching at his words. The raw truth of them stingsdeeper than I care to admit. Despite knowing that I'm playing with fire, I can't help but be pulled towards Soren's flame.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmHe pulls a shirt over his head and runs a hand through his unruly hair. He looks effortlessly handsin the morning light, which only further pangs my heart.
"Con," he says, throwingone of his shirts. It's oversized and smells heavily of him, comforting and intoxicating all at once. I pull it over my head, the soft fabric clinging to my body and somehow feeling more intimate than being in the bed with him.
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Soren watchesas I pull on sjeans, his eyes darkening with every move I make. He remains silent, his gaze burning intoas if he's trying to memorize every inch of me. M swallow hard, feeling like a deer caught in the headlights under his intense scrutiny. There's something predatory about the way he looks at me, and it sends a shudder of anticipation down my spine, wondering if he likes what he sees or does he just see an intruder he has to share a room with since his son. likes me.
Finally tearing his gaze away from me, Soren heads for the door before pausing. "Brielle," he starts his võîce low and husky. He doesn't turn to Π look atas he continues, "If... when this whole charade is over...
remember you're still free to keep your actual job here."
His words hang in the air. But they echo in my mind, leavingreeling with confusion and uncertainty, the sting more than I can tell him as i wonder if I will be able to handle that. I am already attached to his son and the more I am around Soren and the closer we get... There is no going back to how things were when we've blurred too many lines. "Crap, I almost forgot my shoes," he mutters, moving to the closet again. Exactly how does he plan for that to work out, that we will go back to normal? Pretend nothing has changed? 69.25%
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