บททั้งหมดของ My Ex-Girlfriend Is My Half-Brother's Wife: บทที่ 71 - บทที่ 80

Pedro HernandezAdie and I return to the clinic. She hasn't said anything on the way, and neither have I. It seems like neither of us wants to talk about it, even though there are unfinished business. The silence is so intense that I can barely concentrate on driving. I haven't yet asked her why she hid the bruises on her body from me. I don't know if she wanted to avoid showing them to me out of embarrassment or fear that I'd do something impulsive.I notice the reporters at the clinic entrance, as if they'd been waiting for us. They're so annoying. I recognize the dark-haired man staring at my car. It's Jackson's husband. Adrielle and I get out of the car, and the security guards form a sort of barrier to prevent them from approaching us. I let her walk ahead until we're inside the clinic. Adrian comes toward us, being stopped by the security guards. I gesture for them to let him in and clear the way."Thank you," Adrian says, adjusting his blazer. "They're dying for an interview wi

Adrielle HaleAbby and I headed to my parents' house. I texted my brother to meet after lunch. My mother prepared grilled salmon for Abby. Although she recognizes many sea creatures and is reluctant to eat them, Abby loves salmon, so she hasn't yet reached the point of refusing it. There are also potatoes on her plate. She seems lighter after leaving therapy."Have you talked to Jackson about the divorce?" my father asks, his eyes fixed on me."Not yet. But we'll meet after lunch." I inform him.Dad nods in agreement and returns to focusing on his food."You don't intend to find Leonard, do you?" My mother's tone is uncertain, as if afraid."Nor should you." Dad says firmly.I look at him calmly. I have no intention of finding Leonard. I don't want him looking for me. Even though there are missed calls and messages from him on my phone asking me to come home, so we can talk and apologize. No more excuses, Leonard."I'm not meeting Leonard. I don't even want to see him after the divorc

Adrielle HaleThe doorbell rings a few minutes later. Jackson gets up and goes to answer the door. Within seconds, I see him and Pedro enter the living room. Pedro is wearing a white, short-sleeved button-down shirt. I think it's linen. His pants are tailored and well-fitted. I smell his perfume before he even reaches me to hug me."Hi…" he says softly, his strong arms wrapping around me. "You don't need to call Bruno, call me directly and I'll come wherever you are." He says, pulling away from me to look into my eyes, as if he needs to make sure I understand.His strong hand gently caresses my cheek, his attentive eyes watching me."I thought about calling you directly, but I realized we don't have each other's contact information," I reply, looking into his blue eyes.Pedro gives a small smile."We can work this out." he promises, with a wink, his smile widening.We hear someone clear their throat, as if seeking our attention. I know it's Jackson, and it brings me back to reality. W

Adrielle HaleJackson made a copy of the video and saved it to his laptop for use in the proceedings. He said he would file the papers to start the divorce process today. Pedro is beside me; he doesn't seem to have any intention of leaving, and I like that he's here, worried about me. It's one of the reasons I love him. Pedro has always been very attentive to me, careful.I'm still shaken by Max's words. They still echo in my mind, like an endless loop. He knew how cruel his son was and wasn't able to stop his cruelty from continuing."Do you want to talk about it?" Pedro asks gently, touching the back of my neck.His left arm is resting on the back of the sofa where we're both sitting. I look at him and study him silently for a few seconds. Abby is so much like him."Shouldn't you go home and pay attention to your friend who just arrived?" I ask, not wanting to sound rude, remembering he was with her when I called.Pedro gives me a mischievous smile before leaning in and kissing my c

Pedro HernandezAdie's hands firmly hold my face. I know she has no intention of pulling away, just as I do. I press her body against mine as she guides us around the room. We seem to be in a hurry, as if we need each other's touch right now. My shoes and socks are already on the floor, far from my feet. So are the sandals she was wearing. Her mouth doesn't leave mine as we both fall onto the bed. I support my weight by pressing my arms against her head. Her nimble hands begin to unbutton the buttons of my shirt. My body is burning for her touch, as is my member, which isn't willing to prolong this.I trail kisses down her neck as she pulls my shirt away until it's tossed to the floor. My hands penetrate her white blouse, and I can feel her body shiver at my touch. I know I can't hold her waist; I know she still has bruises. I run my tongue over the skin of her neck. Her nails scratch my back as one of her hands slides down my stomach, toward my pants. Within seconds, I'm wearing only