Chapter 455

Chapter 445 The Devil At The Door

‘Zane is here,’ Ace explained what she was feeling and my blood ran cold in my body. Seeing him again would bring up a lot of pain for me, but more importantly, I was worried about Gwen. The two didn’t like each other. So, what if Zane tries to harm her, accusing her of causing a rift between the brothers?

“Gwen! get up,” I held her hand and yammered hurriedly, making her look at my face with widely opened eyes. “Wait, what is going on?” She questioned me in worry, but I didn’t listen to her and kept dragging her to the room where she used to stay before she moved out.

“Don’t come out no matter what,” I warned her, making her look me in the eye. Soon her eyes travelled behind me, and her jaw met the floor. I didn’t even have to take a guess. I knew he had walked downstairs, and she had seen him.

“Beatrice, it is—,” she tried speaking, and I nodded my head to inform her that I knew.

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“Which is why you shouldn’t come out. I promise to do my best to protect you,” I shook her hand to get her out of the trance before I locked the door behind her from the outside and stood in front of it. I turned very slowly because I knew he was waiting to face me.

As soon as I was done facing him, I watched him walk into the living room with grace. He was in all black, wearing a red crown.

but his voice was able to send

afraid of him

so rude,” he smirked, steadily walking around the living room and

you have him with you. You took his

but you are also still my mate,” he said, skipping the subject of

he was done looking around, he finally faced me and began to come my way. I composed my posture even

aren’t you?” I had a sarcastic grin of acknowledgment on

nodded to himself while keeping his head down, then raised his head to look me in the eye with a smirk on his

because she tried exposing you?” I continued to ask him. Since he lived with us and none of

her-see, the thing is—,” he took a creepy pause before licking his lips and coming closer, hunching over to whisper in my ear, “that baby is

evilly expressed his intentions for the child who hasn’t

muttered, and without wasting my breath on him, I punched him in the face.

you hurt her or her baby,” I hissed, standing straight and not backing

finally turning his head straight and instantly grasping the hair on the back of my head. I froze for a second, and before I could react, he muttered, “Since you like t*ouching me so much, I wouldn’t mind doing the same,” with those words being spoken by

since I was taken aback by his sudden action; it took me some time to find a way to be released from his grasp. Also, he was