Claimed And Marked By Her Stepbrother Mates - Chapter 517

Chapter 517: 517-Somebody’s Watching Me
Helanie:

“Ugh, I did? I am so sorry,” I said sleepily, grabbing my ankle and then trying to massage my body. I was in so much pain.

“You okay?” he asked, and I started kicking the air while sitting straight up in bed.

“That combat lesson—my body hurts,” I whimpered, complaining like a child. I had no idea what made me act so careless in front of him.

I couldn’t even handle body aches in front of him.

“Oh, shoot, why didn’t I think about it? Of course your body would ache. You haven’t worked out in a while,” he muttered under his breath and then put his pillow down, slowly reaching for an oil bottle.

“Lie down, I’ll massage your feet,” he offered. As soon as he said that, I pulled my legs back into my body and pouted.

“No,” the way I said it was enough for him to roll his eyes.

“Helanie, it’s just a foot massage. Nothing weird about it. I’ll be decent,” he mumbled, even when he didn’t have to.

I could be naked in front of him and he wouldn’t do anything. In fact, a thousand women could be naked in front of him and he would still come out untouched.

“Fine,” I lied down, watching him sit by my feet and then rub the oil between his palms before placing them on my foot.

I must say, he should be a masseuse. The way he massaged my feet and then my legs up to the knees, I felt like I was in heaven.

“You are so good at it,” I complimented, and he groaned.

“You know, I was meaning to ask you, how did Jessica ever convince you to have sex with her?” I asked and noticed him stopping his hands.

“That is so inappropriate,” he said right away, and I bit my tongue. Then he added, “Don’t feel bad. It’s not that inappropriate. But I won’t answer that question. Besides, I don’t do that stuff.”

I sat up straight, pulling my legs back from him again and staring into his eyes.

“Please don’t tell me you’re a virgin,” I gasped, and he frowned.

“Helanie, do you want me to help you with the pain or not?” he grunted loudly, his eyes showing I needed to shut up now.

I gave him my arm and stubbornly demanded, “My arms ache too.”

He was so cute when he was massaging my arm. He made sure his hands stayed in place, not touching anything other than just my arms.

He even avoided looking into my eyes.

After about an hour, I began to feel sleepy again. But Norman got up from the bed and snapped his fingers in front of my face to get my attention.

“Not yet. I’ll bring you some warm milk and something to eat. You have to take medicine too. You’re having a light fever from the workout, so let’s deal with it first, okay?”

He fixed the sheet over my body and then fluffed the pillow behind me as I sat in the bed.

“Till then—,” he looked around and then picked up his laptop, doing something on it, “watch a movie.”

He placed the laptop on a soft pillow in my lap before he left the room. For a moment, I sat frozen.

How the hell did a man who looked so evil in the beginning turn out to be so caring?

There were moments when I wondered if he was being nice to me only because of his brothers.

But now, only a fool would believe that.

I had a feeling that he genuinely saw me as family.

After he left, I put the laptop away and got out of the bed to follow him to the kitchen.

While walking downstairs, I began to notice something through the windows of the staircase.

Someone was outside in the passage. Not just anyone—I knew exactly who it was.

I started staring at the path that followed the kitchen and the way that led to the passage.

As much as I wanted to go to the passage, I kept remembering the way things had ended between us.

I did tell him that I would be getting him out of my head and heart.

As I stood next to the window and kept watching him drink himself into oblivion, I didn’t realize someone else had joined me.

“You can go check up on him,” I turned my head to Norman, who was carrying a tray in his hands.

“It’s okay,” I said, turning to leave when he said something that made me stop and rethink my decision.

“I know he hurt you. But it was unintentional. And now he’s hurting.

He has stopped showing up at family dinners or gatherings. He’s drowning himself in alcohol again.

If you can just check up on him—give him closure in a way that it doesn’t hurt him. But at the end of the day, it’s your choice only,” Norman said in the calmest tone and walked past me.

I stayed standing in my spot, staring at Emmet without thinking about anything else, when I heard a little voice that confused me.

‘That is not fair.’

Huh?

I jumped, looking around in panic. “Who are you?”

I called out, turning my head repeatedly to make sure no outsider had broken in.

‘You should go check on him.’

I heard it again. It was the most gentle and soft voice ever, almost like someone was humming a melody.

“Who is it?” I groaned, my breathing turning erratic and the pain in my body increasing.

“Ugh!”

And then—I could no longer think about Emmet or anyone.

My body was in so much pain that I knelt down and wrapped my arms around my stomach.

“Norman—,” I let out a cry, looking up at the stairs.

It would be a hassle to walk up all these stairs when I couldn’t even get up from the ground.

“Emmet—,” and then I cried again, looking outside the window while my body was shaking.

Emmet, who had his bottle up to his mouth, suddenly dropped it and looked around until his eyes landed on the window.

And all I could do was mouth the words to him: “Help me.”