Cheat With My Boyfriend Best Friend

Read Cheat with my boyfriend best friend by Jane E.L. Chapter 164: Is this a marriage proposal?

Olive’s POV: “Aaron… What are you doing?” There was a gloomy atmosphere permeating our bedroom, the floor was covered in a mess of broken glass and other random objects, and the man I loved was standing stock-still in the middle of the debris. His tall body was slightly hunched as he stood by the dresser with his back facing me.

His knuckles were white against the corners of the dresser, the veins in his arms bulging out like an angry bull about to charge. When he heard my voice, he visibly stiffened, and I felt a chill run through me. I scanned the room quickly, my instincts screaming that something was wrong.

I was so unsettled, I almost turned on the spot and ran away. But logic kept me from leaving. This was Aaron, after all. He was the person I loved most in the world. I pushed the door wider open and approached him slowly.

“Aaron, what’s wrong?” Enter title… Aaron turned around suddenly. He stumbled toward me as if attracted by magnetism, grabbing me into his arms and holding me tightly. “Olive, don’t ever leave me again.”

His muscles were tense, and as I leaned into him, I could feel him trembling slightly. This version of Aaron was unfamiliar, and it scared me. What happened to him? I hesitated before lifting my arms to gently stroke Aaron’s back, giving him a few comforting pats. “Honey, I won’t leave you.

But… What’s wrong with you? You’re worrying me.” “Low blood sugar.” His voice was m*ffled in my ear, and his hands were getting tighter and tighter around my waist, almost so tight Dividing into pages now that I couldn’t breathe.

Did Aaron have diabetes? I was a little confused, but before I could ask any questions, Aaron said, “Olive, where have you been? I’ve been looking for you for a long time.”

lot of effort to stay calm. I pulled back from his arms and looked up at that handsome face.

entire face was pale, his eyes were bloodshot, and his lips were drained of color. There was an unsettling sense of brokenness in his demeanor, striking

lips. “I wanted to surprise you.” I backed away and lifted my skirt to show him a tattoo on my

numbers seemed random, but it was actually his name, encrypted with the date when Aaron and I met. I’d had the idea for this tattoo back on the

my mind to get this tattoo. After

know that our relationship wasn’t just a temporary fling, and that I truly loved and cherished him more than

the light returned to his eyes. His fingers trembled slightly, and his breathing caught as his eyes slowly crept back up to my face.

and placing my foot on his knee to inspect. He looked at the tattoo for a long time, like it

embarrassed, and I started to pull my foot away. But Aaron held my calf lightly in place, and when he spoke, his voice was even more h*arse and ragged than

the red, swollen line of numbers. “Does it hurt?” It was

said to me last night made me realize that he might be more insecure in our relationship than I was. I didn’t want him to have any doubts,

at me. “Olive, you really are a gift from heaven.” I was a little overwhelmed by the heat in his gaze,