บททั้งหมดของ Kiss me : บทที่ 221 - บทที่ 230

LouiseI didn't finish my meal. I excused myself to leave the table, rushing to the kitchen, wanting to compose myself. I was in a state: Those two little brats were going too far! Weren't they ashamed to do that in front of their father?The walls that had seen so much laughter and convivial moments suddenly seemed to fall silent, enclosing within them an electric atmosphere of confrontation. They had just entered the kitchen. Were they following me or what?I stood facing Adrien and his brother. The kitchen, usually a place of refuge and warmth, had transformed into a battlefield where preserving boundaries and my integrity had to be asserted.— Listen to me carefully, I said with a voice that trembled slightly despite my efforts to sound convincing. I'm not going to tolerate this. You need to understand that your behaviors are unacceptable.Their looks, first surprised, turned to mockery, as if my words had triggered a defense mechanism feeding on humor to defuse the situation. Adr

LouiseThe night advanced and the soothing silence of our room still surrounded me. My thoughts swirled in my head, and I felt a real need for solitude to find myself. I got up quietly and slipped out without a word, heading to the balcony. The fresh air enveloped me, caressing my skin, giving me back a little energy. I drank in the starry sky, seeking in their light a spark of peace.As I savored this moment of calm, voices awakened my thoughts behind me. Turning around, I saw Adrien and Noah, their silhouettes outlined in the darkness. The light from the room behind them wrapped them in a mysterious aura.— We're not disturbing you, I hope? Adrien asked, a smile on his lips that might have made my heart beat a little faster. My heart pounded, they were going to tire me out again!I frowned, surprised by their presence.— What are you doing here? I asked them, a glimmer of defiance in my voice.Noah stepped forward, his fluid gait displaying a certain confidence that both attracted a

ThomasMy stomach knots at those words.— That has nothing to do with it. She's my wife and she's part of this family.— Not for us, his brother cuts in, his voice colder.I look at them, trying to understand this categorical rejection. Sure, they've never been close to her, but this contempt…— You never had a problem with her before, I say slowly.— Before, she knew her place, Adrien retorts with a shrug. But now…He doesn't finish his sentence, and something in his gaze makes me uneasy.— Now what? I ask, my throat dry.He simply smiles, his expression both amused and provocative.— Nothing, Dad. Just that she's not our mother, and we have no reason to play the model sons with her.His brother silently nods.I run a hand over my face, weary.— It's not about being a model son. It's about respect.— She doesn't need our respect, Adrien replies, getting up. She just needs to accept that she doesn't belong here.He turns on his heel and leaves the room, his brother following without a

Their voices still echo in my mind, their presence permeates the space like a shadow that refuses to disappear. I close my eyes, trying to push away the images that impose themselves on me. Adrien, his burning gaze, his breath charged with arrogance. Noah, more silent but just as oppressive, his whisper still hovering on my lips.My stomach twists under the weight of this intolerable confusion.I should have screamed louder. I should have fled. I should have...But I did nothing.Instead, my body responded, betrayed by uncontrollable shivers, by that fire that crawled under my skin and that I refuse to name. A dangerous fire. A forbidden fire.I shake my head with rage. No. No, I am not that woman. I cannot be that woman.With a sudden gesture, I tear off the towel that clings to my skin and hurl it into a corner of the bathroom. I want to rid myself of their hold, erase them from my flesh. I grab my robe and put it on hastily, my hands trembling. But when I lift my eyes to the mirror

LouiseI watch them, trying to mask my distress behind a neutral mask. Yet I feel their insistent, scrutinizing gaze. They know. Maybe not everything, but they sense something.One leans against the desk, crossing his arms over his chest, a smirk on his face."You sure everything's okay? You look like you've seen a ghost."I force a laugh, light, feigned."Just a busy day, nothing more."The younger one circles my desk and leans on the edge, bending slightly toward me. His gaze is softer, but no less piercing."We can help you decompress, if you want."His voice glides over me like an involuntary caress—or voluntary, I don't know. My stomach tightens. I shake my head, forcing myself not to back away."That's sweet, but I still have work."The older one exchanges a knowing look with his brother before sitting nonchalantly on the corner of my desk."We can wait, right?"The other nods with an almost innocent smile, but I know it's an illusion. They're playing with me. Testing my limits.