Sharing Beatrice A Luna To Her Stepbrothers by Alexis Dee Book 2

Chapter 209 – Fine! Let’s Kiss!

The lady had left the cafe after telling me everything that I needed to know fornow. The alarm bells were ringing in my head, as even I thought something was not quite right in the story Lord Vasquez had been telling everyone.

I had been thinking weirdly all this time. I returned to the kitchen where Pamela and Maura were and noticed how silent and distant Maura was from any of us.

I was shocked that Pamela never told me anything about her mate being killed by a weredragon. I did know her mate was Lord Vasquez’s loyal servant once, but that’s about it.

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I stayed silent for a while, and then, when Pamela left to attend to the customers, I approached Maura, who had burned the third pancake in a row because she was too lost in a pool of her own thoughts.

“It seems like your mission is to make sure nobody eats here today.” I joked, rubbing her elbow to get her attention.

to herself, staring at the empty wall with tears in her eyes. I

is not over yet. We will celebrate it,” I said, taking a deep breath

and walked out of the kitchen in such a hurry that

left and gestured at me to follow her, “We will first go to the Spade mansion and set up a section in the kitchen,” she yammered, echoing what she had kept

we were taking the sweets from the bakery,” I frowned, following her on the road. It was exhausting at times to think we

like explaining everything to you. We are preparing sweets for the—,” she started talking, but my constant grunting made her shut up

your name. Alpha King—Flynn then decided that we should cater his engagement ceremony

straight into making Flynn’s life miserable. It would be the first time that I was going back into the mansion after so much had happened, so I was a bit hesitant in my heart. For some reason, my

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strong sense of nostalgia hit me. The garden, the fresh smell of lunch, and the beautiful sight of the white

bullshit. He is

head and laughed at the words of his father. Lord Vasquez always struck me as a messy person, but now I was just disgusted by his presence. “He is not. My brother was the one that you beat to death. There will

father’s hand. Pamela gasped secretly while I kept my eyes peeled so

will not take any beatings,” he muttered under his breath, deepening the eye contact with his father, and then jerking his hand free. He