In Love With My Evil Stepbrother

Chapter 72

Read In Love With My Evil Stepbrother Chapter 72 – Whatever It Takes

I crouch down there frozen, staring at him.

“I said midnight. And you just waited me till midnight?” my voice is filled with shock.

“Yes,” he nods.

 

“But why?” I ask, perplexed.

I can’t think of one reason that would make him wait in the weather like this for 2-3 hours.

Is he just trying to be nice? Or does he still have feelings for-no, impossible. I immediately laugh at that fleeting thought.

And then I hear his answer, “I said I want to have dinner with you. You clearly haven’t eaten anything. Come, let’s go.”

He rises and gestures me to follow. Before I realize, I’m already walking with him side by side under his umbrella. The chilly wind hits me, and I shiver. The next second, a scarf that still carries his warmth lands on my neck.

“It’s cold during the night, isn’t it?” he says casually and looks straight ahead, paying no attention to the astonished look on my face. “Don’t forget to check the weather next time.”

I touch the scarf, which smells so much like him. It’s irresistible. After only a few seconds of hesitation, I tighten his scarf around my neck and instantly feel warmer.

We walk together to the parking lot where he parks his car, which turns out to be a black Audi. Very low-profile. Very unlike him.

“What happened to your fancy sports cars?” I turn to him and ask.

“I sold them.”

I gasp in surprise. I can still remember the proud in his voice when he told me about his car collections, and now he is telling me that he sold them?

Did his family go bankrupt?

“Why? Do you have a financial difficulty?”

He blinks and then bursts into laughter,“ Oh no, nothing like that. I needed money to start my own business, so I sold them for a good price. Plus, I can’t have my business partners see me driving around in a gaudy convertible…doesn’t seem very reliable that way.”

I don’t know which word makes me more surprised, “business” “gaudy” or ” reliable”?

He really has changed a lot. And it makes it harder for me to read him.

“Why don’t you ask Mr. Ramirez for the money?” I ask.

His face darkens for a quick second and then he quickly covers it with a smile, “do you want to have dinner or ask question?”

He is dogging my question. That I am sure of.

He unlocks the car and open the passenger’s door for me. Before I get in the car, I suddenly notice a darker area on his left shoulder. It looks like a water stain from the rain.

But he was holding an umbrella large enough for us two.

Then it suddenly hits me. I was walking on the right side of him. So he must be leaning the umbrella more towards my side to make sure I’m perfectly sheltered from the rain. That’s how his left shoulder got wet.

“Something wrong?” he notices my moment of lost and asks.

“No! No, it’s nothing…I—nothing.”-

avoiding his gaze so that

and gentle to me! He is only making this so much harder than

quickly take a deep breath

do you want to eat?”

just want to lie down. But my gut feeling is telling me that if I turn him down now, I’ll probably not

sure you have things to do

of the parking lot. When the car

playing, Whatever It Takes, by

the car with nothing to do but to listen carefully, it just occurred to me that, ironically,

fell from your

kills me that I hurt you

is that I

there’s a million reasons

find a reason

air getting thinner around

Eason, who has also done me wrong in the past. But I

song just snapped us back to those

going

whatever it

To turn this around;

what’s at

I’ve let you

if you give

Believe that—”

The song stops abruptly.

turned off

have any regret for the past and isn’t trying to

He has moved on to a

of my bag in the darkness and struggle to fight back those hot tears in my eyes. I can’t let him find out that this song brought out the emotional side of me, which is weak and

pretend that I’m cool with everything, just

the awkward silence. “Tough day at

spilled a drink on your girlfriend, remember?” I’m glad that my voice sounds natural and calm, so I carry on with a light tone. “I’m really

fired?” his voice suddenly turns darker and

It is my fault, nevertheless. Can’t

unfair? Getting fired over something really small like

guess the innocent side of him has

Normal people like us can only be really careful about every little thing in our lives, or those little things will turn into a real b*tch and come back at us.

that and immediately realized that the final sentence sounded more sarcastic and mean than I intended

driving his car with his face hidden in the darkness. I don’t know what

other after this one night. Why turn it

change the subject, trying to lighten the mood. “Your girlfriend seems nice. How long

person who got you fired nice?” there’s a hint of amusement in

“I’m trying to start a decent conversation here.

chuckles lowly and then says, “I think food is a better idea

the side. I look through the window and see a little Taco joint at

here,” he says and

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