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Her jaw tightened. “Don’t even think about touching her.” She cautioned me again, took my sandwich from my hand, and proceeded to the front door while eating it.
I cooked that sandwich! Do they think I’m a monster? I thought to myself.
Hold on.
How is Alley expected to get back? I rushed after her. “Alley, wait!””
Sophie’s point of view:
I was wandering around his house after Alley was gone. Luckily, she didn’t murder me and even forgave me, making me pledge not to lie to her again.
And I can’t believe we’re both having babies at the same time!
As I walked down the hall, I saw a big picture frame. The background looked like a palace, and Mr. and Mrs. Whitmore and Liam and Nathan were sitting on royal chairs in the middle of the frame. They were all smiling and had their arms around each other’s shoulders. I smiled when I saw the family picture. It was so cute.
As I walked down the corridor, I stopped at a door. When I opened it and went inside, I gasped at how magnificent the library and study were.
I don’t read books, but I was still interested in it. I strolled over to the bookcases and ran my fingertips over the volumes.
There were a few books on business, but most of the books were romance novels, which was shocking.
I can’t believe it. There was a soft knock on the door, and I saw Helen standing there. “Dinner is ready.”
I nodded and then went downstairs after her.
I helped Helen set the table and then went down to eat. As I loaded my plate with the numerous items she had made, Liam came in through the front door, looking tired.
His light blue shirt sleeves were pulled up to his elbows, his tie was loose around his neck, his hair was a tangle, and his beard was thicker than it had been a week ago.
As I heard him walk upstairs, he looked at me as he walked by the dining room and then left.
He strolled into the dining room two minutes later, wearing a t-shirt and grey sweatpants.
He sat down across from me, served himself, and then ate in silence. None of us said anything or even looked at each other as we ate.
I asked Helen if I could assist her after I ate, but she said no and instructed me to relax instead. I think it was a good idea.
When I got upstairs, I noticed Liam heading down the hall to the end and entering into his study and library.
I don’t know why I’m paying so much attention to him today. Aargh!
I walked inside the room and looked at my phone for a while, but I felt bored, so I decided to take a book from his library, even though I don’t like to read.
He won’t mind, will he?
I went to his library and knocked on the door.
“Come in,” he said. I carefully opened the door and stuck my head inside.
He was sitting in front of his desk with a few papers on it. His glasses were resting on his nose, and he had a frown on his forehead as if he were thinking about something. His lips were in a pout, and a pencil was between his upper lip and his nose. His eyes were focused on the paper in front of him.
He gently raised his eyes from the page and looked at me as I walked in. He took the pencil from above his lips and held it between his fingers.
He tilted his head to the side and pushed his glasses up with his finger as they fell down. “Yes?” “
Why does he have to be so attractive?
I really forgot why I came here.
I scratched my head and said, “Oh.” I was wondering whether I could… Can I borrow a book from here? “
He frowned and narrowed his eyes at me. He easily spun the pencil between his fingers.
Come on! They’re just books. What do you have to think about them?
He wasted two minutes to make a choice that might have been made in two seconds.
I sighed in frustration and looked at the bookcase. I don’t need his permission to borrow a book.
“Don’t,” he murmured in a low, calm, cold, and menacing voice as I was about to pick up a book.
Really?
For the millionth time, they are just books! I turned to him in frustration and said, “What?” “
He took off his glasses, put them on the desk, pushed back his swivel chair, and stood up. He walked up to me with a few smooth steps and asked, “Which one do you want?” “
“I haven’t made up my mind yet,” I said.
He groaned. “What kind of book do you want to read? I wondered for a second, “A thriller?”
He nodded and walked over to the bookshelf in the corner. After looking it over, he took out a book and gave it to me.
I read what it was about, and I wasn’t interested. “Nope.” Not really fascinating.
I threw the book in the air and caught it. Liam looked scared when I did that.
He took the book from me and looked at all of its sides to see whether it was damaged.
“Are you crazy?” “He yelled at him.
“What?” “
“Never do that again. What if it had fallen? “I would have picked it up,” I responded without thinking.
He tightened his teeth and said, “You will not do that again.” Then he carefully put the book back on the shelf, making sure it was straight.
Is he crazy?
When I saw a title that fascinated me, like “The Silent Patient,” I rolled my eyes and glanced at the other books.
I pointed to it and said, “That one.”
“That’s one of my favorites,” he remarked, not wanting to give it to me. “So?” He exhaled softly, picked it up, and gave it to me. “Not a single scratch on it.” There isn’t a single scratch or damaged page. “Give it back to me just the way it is.”
“It’s just a book.”
He frowned. “There are only books for you.” But to me, they mean more than that. I’m quite protective of them and won’t let anybody else borrow them. “Just read it carefully.”
I shoved my forehead into the wall. “Oh my gosh! Okay, if something occurs, I’ll purchase you the same book again. “
“No.” You can purchase it again, but you can’t buy the memories that go with it. “Memories?” Are you serious? “
He told me to “Go” and didn’t answer me. “I am busy,” I said, rolling my eyes. “Whatever,” I said and departed.
He is completely insane!
Later that night, as I was reading the book in my room, I saw a line I loved and wanted to underline it. So I went to his study to ask for a pencil. When I told him what I wanted to do with it, his eyes widened, and he seemed irritated.
He told me that I couldn’t underline anything or let a pencil touch it, even a little bit.
So he told me to go away and snap a photo of the line I liked without providing me with a pencil.
I huffed, closed the book, and put it on the nightstand. I’ve never seen somebody so fascinated with reading before.
Liam stepped in through the door just as I was ready to go to sleep. “What are you doing here?” “Why?” I questioned.
“Going to sleep,” he responded in a “duh” voice. “Why will you sleep here? “
He rolled his eyes and said, “Because it’s my room.” “What?!” Is this your room? “
“Yes.”
I looked around the room and got out of bed. “So why am I here?” “
“Because you will only be staying in my room. You can’t sleep alone.
“Why?” Is he crazy? “
“I told you I don’t trust you enough to leave you alone.” So, I’ll be keeping an eye on you.
I couldn’t believe it. “That’s not fair!” “Plus, I slept by myself last night anyway.” “I know.” Helen was watching after you while I was gone. “That’s creepy!” “
He shrugged and said, “You will have to earn the trust.” Before I could say anything, he went into the washroom.
I grumbled since I knew I would have to share the room with him. It’s his room, so it’s no surprise that it’s so nice.
I was so angry with myself and, of course, at him.
He strolled in with no shirt on and only sweatpants on, which made me gasp.
“You can’t sleep that way!” “I pointed at him.
He looked down at himself and said, “Is there a problem?” “
“Would you enjoy it if I walked around your room in my pants? “I said in anger.”
His lips turned up in a little smile. “I don’t think you’ll like the answer to that.”
It took my dumb brain 10 seconds to figure out what he meant, and when I did, I gasped and flung a pillow at him, which he caught. “You are so shameless!” “
He laughed and said, “Can’t help it.”
I shouted, “You won’t sleep on the bed!” as he got closer. “Why?” he said, his brows furrowing. “
“I’m not going to sleep with you!” “Sleep on the couch or something.” He glanced around and said, “There is no couch in the room.”
“Then sleep on the floor; I don’t care. But you can’t sleep on the bed! “Or you can sleep in a different room.”
He clenched his jaw. “No.” I’m only going to sleep here.
He took a cushion and a duvet and put them on the floor next to the bed, on the side where I was lying down.
I smiled because I knew I had won and turned out the lights.