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.

princess,” he mumbled softly, but his voice was able to

wasn’t afraid of him for myself, but

came here to see you. Don’t be so rude,” he smirked, steadily walking around the living

all that stuff. Your bother once used to sit here—Oh sorry I forgot, you have him with you. You

welcomed here. Maybe you are forgetting that not only is this still my home, but you are also still my mate,” he said, skipping the subject of Maddox

looking around, he finally faced me and began to come my way. I composed my posture even better and blocked his way

are here for Gwen, aren’t you?” I had a sarcastic grin of acknowledgment on my

head down, then raised his head

lived with us and none of us suspected him to be

Of course not. That’s not why I am after 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 my tool for

heart dropped in my chest when he evilly expressed his

wasting my breath on him, I punched him in the face. He barely moved; he only

her baby,” I hissed, standing

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

by his sudden action; it took me some