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

Chapter 233 – Sharing Too Much.

“You didn’t think about my offer?” Pamela asked me as we made our way on the road to the cafe. It’s been a few days since that conversation, and she hasn’t stopped hinting about how serious she is when talking about her son to me.

Today was the day when she finally asked me upfront.

“I am not doing that; I said without sugarcoating it. I noticed her bothersome cough, but she didn’t say much about it.

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My mother had rea*s*sured me she would find something that would help us, but then later she told me there was nothing in his bags. I found it a little odd because if he had his sidechick’s picture right on top of everything, I wonder what he was hiding underneath it.

“I will be leaving an hour before the closing time today,” I said, feeling my muscles ache. Ever since we left the mansion, I have been taking my pills regularly. And the time has arrived when I noticed I was going to run out of pills very soon. I tried my level best to remain calm, but it seems like it won’t be long before I will have to beg my mother to get us those pills.

my request, saying, “I am done doing favors for you.” She muttered as she hastened to make sure we were not walking together. I have never seen someone this petty. Now that I have told her in clear words that I don’t want to give pleasure to her son, she has planned to make my life miserable and make things difficult for me. She was the first one to enter the cafe, and by the time I

Pamela and the insensitivity of her thoughts about asking a girl to sell her body to someone she doesn’t even like the

to see Maura looking at me with guilt-filled eyes.

to do that, she expressed, sitting on

sitting beside her. “Oh, wow! It is cold,” I commented, feeling chills run

what to do,” she expressed sadly. I knew she had been very down in

can share your worries with me, right?” I gently held her hand to comfort her. From everything she had told me about herself and her childhood, I couldn’t help but feel

broken souls, she had

uttered, almost as if she were frightened of me.

is it, Maura? Are you in trouble?” I

me. Whatever it is, I will help you and not judge you for it,” I said, meaning my words. Only if

would not judge me if I will tell you that my mother was a weredragon?” she looked me straight in the eye as she questioned. I would be lying if I said my soul didn’t leave my

her face in my hands and prevented her from hiding from me, “I befriended Colt and cared about him. I know the weredragons are not evil creatures,” I rea*s*sured her, feeling like I had someone of my kind. It was a feeling of