Claimed And Marked By Her Stepbrother Mates - Chapter 173

Chapter 173: 173-My Inappropriate Stepsister

Norman:

“Who was it?” Kesha asked, trying to peek over my shoulder to check my brother’s phone.

Kaye needed to be very careful with his phone now. He was no longer single, and a single mistake could land him under scrutiny.

“A guy from the office, asking if Kaye would join work next week,” I lied, locking my brother’s phone screen.

“Oh, I hope you’ll convince Kaye to show some interest in the family business,” she advised, making me turn around to watch her for a moment.

“He is not a child, Kesha. You don’t need to come complaining to me about him,” I said harshly. She gulped and quickly nodded her head.

I needed to go see what Helanie was up to. All this time, I kept wondering if I was wrong about her, but today, she proved me right.

She was indeed trying to seduce my brother. I briskly started sprinting toward the guesthouse. Imagine if Maximus saw Kaye and Helanie together in a compromising state—he would be devastated. He had claimed to feel some kind of bond with her.

This was why I had asked Kaye to let me know before making any decisions. I would need to find a way for Maximus to reject Helanie.

I could never let her be with him.

But if Kaye truly wished to be with her, I would have found a way. Even if it felt like a death sentence to me, I would still do it for his happiness.

As I reached the guesthouse and entered through the door, I confronted her about her intentions. She stood in her spot, staring at me like she had something on her mind.

“Aw, this gray suit looks so good on you,” she said in a sweet, seductive tone.

I felt my body tense at her audacity. The inappropriate comment took me by surprise.

“What is going on? Why were you asking Kaye to meet you?” I demanded, ignoring the call I had with her earlier and hoping she would have a valid reason this time.

She batted her eyelashes mischievously, pouting and watching me with a glint in her eyes. I steadily fixed my coat, trying to maintain my composure.

“I needed help,” she uttered in a babyish voice.

“What kind of help?” I asked, trying hard not to show how uneasy she was making me. I didn’t want to be speaking with my stepsister when she was acting this way.

“Umm, I got an injury, and since I don’t have a wolf, I wanted Kaye—oops! Professor Kaye—to take a look at it,” she said, childishly putting her hand over her mouth after forgetting his title.

I groaned. “He is not a doctor.”

“I know, but he can take a look and tell me if I need to go to the doctor,” she replied. She wasn’t acting like her usual self. That’s when I remembered the guesthouse was empty. Is this how she truly behaves when she’s not around others?

“What injury?” I asked, not trusting her one bit.

“It’s on my leg,” she said, bending down as if to show me, but then groaned in complaint, straightening her back again.

“I need to go change and then show you. Please wait here,” she whispered, her voice low as she tried to appear sad and miserable.

Even as she tried her best to look innocent, I knew something devious was brewing in her mind.

“What makes you think I’ll wait here for you?” I grunted, placing my hands on my waist. But the moment her gaze landed on my pants, I quickly moved my hands to cover myself.

What was she looking at?

I wasn’t hard or anything.

Was she checking me out?

“It’s alright, you can leave—” she said, but before she could finish, I turned to leave. Her next words, however, stopped me dead in my tracks.

“I’ll go look for Kaye myself.”

I swirled back hastily, pointing a finger at her in warning. “Don’t ruin things for him. He’s made his choice.”

I uttered the words, not wanting it to be obvious that I knew about their little affair. But my brother had told me he was okay dating Kesha. I would not let Helanie destroy his relationship. Was she blackmailing him or something? Trying to make herself known to Kesha, perhaps?

“Go change and show me the injury,” I huffed at her, and she smiled widely before turning around to go to her room.

However, I noticed how slowly she was walking the whole time. Maybe she really did have an injury and was in pain. Or maybe her tone was all raspy just to annoy me?

I sighed and sat down on the couch to wait for her to come out. I had been restless and had countless sleepless nights.

Then came the pain—the pain that kept growing in my chest every day, every passing second of my life.

I briefly closed my eyes, resting my head back and spreading my arms for a moment. But the footsteps approaching me made me open my eyes, thinking she would be out now, probably in a long dress or something she could lift easily to show me the injury on her leg.

However, that’s not what happened.

She was standing before me in a silk short nightdress that barely reached the start of her thighs. And her cleavage was so exposed that half of her assets were clearly visible.

“What the fuck?!” I attempted to rise, but she was standing so close that I had to force myself back onto the couch, trying to create some distance between us.

“What the heck is wrong with you?” I turned my face to the other side, the pain in my chest intensifying due to the growing stress.

“What happened? I want to show you my injury. Look! It hurts here so much,” she bent down, using an even more seductive tone. As she placed a finger on her chest, I briefly got a view of her breasts due to her position being so inappropriate.