Semua Bab The Boss I Shouldn't Want, Now My Stepbrother : Bab 61 - Bab 70

BridgetteThe next morning, I woke up feeling like everything that had happened had been a dream—more like a nightmare I never wanted to revisit ever again.I sat up slowly in an unfamiliar bed. The scent of antiseptic wafted into my nose, and I noticed a drip set attached to my hand. Before I could feel the first wave of panic, the door was pushed open, and a woman walked in."Hello, Ms. Hayes," she said with a soft smile. "I'm Nurse Angie. I'm just here to take your vitals and make sure you're doing well."I frowned, looking around. "A nurse? I'm at the hospital?"She shook her head, stepping further into the room. "Oh no, I'm a private nurse. Mr. Rhysand hired me last minute to make sure you're all right. After the ordeal last night, he wasn't sure if you wanted it to go public."I blinked at her words. So it hadn't been a dream. The memories of last night had happened: Cole, the drugs, and Rhysand beating the bastard. A feeling of warmth rushed through me."How are you feeling now

RhysandI whipped my head toward him, shock evident on my face. "How?"He chuckled. "Of course I would know. I was the first person they called before the trial, begging that I help them."I gritted my teeth. "You can't help them. They don't deserve help. They aren't worthy.""I know, and I didn't meddle. I simply told them it wasn't up to me. Later, I asked Dave about it, but he wouldn't spill. Only said that everything was fine now and you had taken care of everything." Aaron scoffed, tilting his head. "For someone I introduced to you, Dave has proved to be loyal to you. For some reason, you seem to have earned his trust. That's good. Keep it up."I nodded, looking away. "But that doesn't solve Bridgette's animosity toward me."Aaron sighed, pushing away from the desk and patting my shoulders. "Women like space when they've gone through hell. Give her some.""I have. It's been weeks now. This isn't right," I muttered."It isn't, but this isn't the first time she's gone through a tra

RhysandThe ride back was slower than usual that evening. The New York weather dramatically fluctuated between rain and dark clouds, casting a bleak light across the traffic-jammed road.As Dave turned into the driveway, I found myself feeling apprehensive about what I might find. The argument with Bridgette earlier today, her silence, and her rage had worn me down.The memory of how her eyes had flashed with anger after I had ordered her to return home—the look of spite, the rage, and the underlying fear she struggled so hard to hide—combined to form a sharp-edged blade that twisted in my gut.The house was quiet when I stepped inside, save for the low hum of the fridge and the distant tick of a wall clock. There was no special welcome or even a note.I figured Aaron and Margaret had retired for the evening or had gone out on one of their infamous dates. Whatever it was, I was grateful for the silence that welcomed me.Without thinking twice, I headed straight for her room. The need

BridgetteThe steady stream of sunlight spilled into my room, casting the soft hues of lavender and white in a warm tone. The warmth of the morning sun caressed my skin, and I found myself smiling.I turned toward the ceiling and stretched, the sound of bones popping echoing through the room, a soft sigh escaping my lips. It took only a minute for me to realize that I felt wonderful.There was no pain. No aches. Nothing. Not even the consistent pounding in my head from sleepless nights and blue screen usage. I felt fine. More than fine—I felt great, and it was all thanks to Rhysand.At the thought of his name, I flushed with embarrassment, jumping out of bed as the scene from yesterday flashed in my mind. The harsh words I had said and my rude actions. I had been horrible to him even when he'd meant no harm to me."What an idiot," I muttered, rushing toward the bathroom. Rhysand's forced day off that he'd shoved on me had pissed me off. I hated that he could order me around without li

BridgetteExcept I already regretted acting that way. I should have just walked away the moment she'd stopped me—heck, I should have never left my office.As I walked back down, the piercing gaze and bright hall suddenly felt overwhelming, like I was walking down the hall of shame or something.Rosa's insistence that I couldn't see Rhysand made it all the worse. It was hard not to believe that they had something going on. No one would be that protective of someone they weren't dating.As the thought flashed by, I realized I was being biased. Rosa could have easily been doing her job. Rhysand could have ordered her not to let anyone in. But that didn't stop the hurt I felt.Halfway back to my office, I almost slammed into Tessa."Whoa," she said, steadying me. "Where's the fire?"I shook my head, avoiding her gaze, and tried to walk past, but she stepped into my path."Bridgette? Hey, look at me."I glanced up with a sigh, meeting her concerned gaze."Are you okay?" she asked. "You don