Helanie:
"What do you an—?" I was stuttering because, just a minute ago, I was thinking about trusting his brother—that backfired—and now he knew about my past?
I just realized I should keep my secrets to myself, and yet, here I was, exposed.
"Your boyfriend or soone got you pregnant and then didn’t want to take responsibility because you were probably an oga or without a wolf—or for so other stupid reason—so you ca to the academy to beco sothing and show him what he lost, right?" As he explained further what he knew, I began to relax.
"Oh! Yes!" I couldn’t think of anything else in the mont and decided to agree with whatever assumptions he made.
"Fascinating." He tilted his head as if he were listening to a story or had just solved a puzzle.
"It is, isn’t it?" I taunted, and he quickly straightened his posture.
"I didn’t an to say that. It’s just that—you were so scared, and then suddenly, you’re not?" He was so observant. This little conversation we were having made wonder if I even knew him at all.
"I was just shocked that you found out about it. It’s not every day soone talks to about that," I lied through my teeth, and I didn’t feel bad about it. I needed to protect my secrets now.
"Hmm, what made you cry tonight? Was it your mother?" He looked away, his voice hinting at a little stress, but it could have been from anything.
"Yeah, I don’t wanna talk about it," I held my hands, scratching the flesh between my fingers.
"Did you get yourself a gown?" he inquired.
"No, not really. I don’t think I’ll be coming to the ceremony," I excused, as it would be pointless for to be there.
Now that I knew the engagent was definitely happening since I wouldn’t be interrupting it, I needed to find a place to crash for the night.
"Why not?" Emt asked, holding my sweater and studying the details with curiosity.
"My mother hates , and I don’t want to be at her engagent ceremony either," I shrugged.
"That will be too bad. I’ll be alone too. Why not co and accompany ?" This was the most Emt had ever spoken to .
I never thought of him as talkative. He was usually quiet, focusing only on his own matters or the important stuff. So, this was a good change in him.
"You wouldn’t be lonely. You have so many people who love you and know you. You’ll get busy with them, and then I’ll be the lonely one." I guess we were both just competing now over who was lonelier.
"Okay, well, I give you my word. You’ll be my girl that night, okay?" My heart twisted, and I hated that feeling. Just a minute ago, I had been betrayed, and now my heart was already skipping a beat.
Talk about moving on quickly.
But with Emt, it was different. He was the first one I had felt a mate bond with. And then—he had always been so respectful toward .
"I’ll take care of you," he explained when I went silent after his comnt.
"Promise?" I asked, and he pouted so cutely.
"I’ll take you shopping," he suggested out of the blue.
I smiled as I shook my head. "No, no! That would be too much."
"Actually, I was hoping you’d offer help too, but okay," he shrugged, making laugh.
"Sure, we can go shopping together then."
Wow. I never thought I would be smiling after such heartbreak.
Kudos to Emt for always coming to my rescue.
"As for now, why don’t you help with, umm—rearranging my research papers?" he suggested in such a sweet tone that I couldn’t say no to him.
Besides, it would really help not think about Maximus, at least for a few minutes.
"Sure, I would love to do that." I got up from the bed, and he did too.
"You already know my room, don’t you?" My eyes followed his back as he walked ahead of . "I always forget to lock my doors."
I felt so guilty because it seed like he knew I had been in his room.
We walked through the hallway, and once we got inside, he pointed at the open door.
"See, that’s what I was talking about."
There was sothing so odd about the way he spoke. One would think he knew everything about a person, but then he would explain it in a way that made you unsure if he was certain or just guessing.
We walked into his room, and he tossed the papers onto the ground right before my eyes. "I guess the wind blew them."
At this point, it was obvious that he just wanted to distract from whatever had upset .
"Must’ve been a very powerful wind, professor," I joked, kneeling down to pick up the papers, but he waved his hand to stop .
"I’ll do that. You sit on the bed and go through this book. I want you to tell what you think about it."
He handed a new book that I guessed was written by him and gestured for to sit on his bed.
Soone like him—who didn’t allow maids or anyone to clean his room—I was expecting a ssy bed. But his sheets were spotless and neatly tucked, his pillows were perfectly fluffed, and the blanket looked so cozy.
It felt a little weird sitting on his bed, but after being overly cautious with Maximus and still ssing up, I decided to loosen up a bit. I needed to stop overanalyzing everything, taking every little thing as a romantic gesture, or considering it forbidden.
Yeah, I was losing my mind.
Still, I sat on his bed and held his book in my hands. He went ahead and rearranged his papers while I kept reading.
After he was done, he pulled up a chair next to his bed and sat down to discuss the book with . But before doing so, he peeled open a chocolate bar and handed it to .
He was so caring and thoughtful toward .
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