All Chapters of My Enemy [BL]: Chapter 201 - Chapter 210

Frank sprang to his feet as soon as I set the tray down, the porcelain hardly making a sound against the polished table before he was already making his way across the room. I barely had a moment to brace myself before he wrapped his arms around me, holding me tightly as if he feared I’d vanish if he loosened his grip even just a bit.The force of it knocked the breath from my lungs; his chest was solid against mine, and I could feel his heart racing through my clothes.For a split second, I thought he might actually crush me, but I didn’t pull away laughing telling him to let go like I usually would. I didn’t say a word. I just stood there, letting him hold me while my arms instinctively wrapped around the back of his jacket, my fingers clutching the fabric as if it was my only lifeline to reality. His familiar scent, a mix of warmth and comfort...made my throat tighten painfully.When he finally let go, his hands didn’t move away; they found my face, cupping my cheeks as he tilted m

I saw him lower himself onto the edge of the couch across from me, the fancy upholstery creasing under his weight as if even the furniture could feel the heaviness between us.The room was quiet in that way that only fancy houses tend to be...too big, too polished, every sound muffled by plush carpets and soaring ceilings. I wrapped both hands around my teacup, letting the warmth seep into my fingers despite still trembling faintly.Frank ran his hand through his already-messy hair and let out a slow breath, like he’d been holding it for way too long. "My uncle wouldn’t let me leave," he finally said, his voice rough and low. "He... he banned me from going out."I frowned, tightening my grip on the cup. "Banned you?" I echoed, almost in disbelief.He nodded, his jaw clenching as he looked down at the floor between us. "Because of my past ’misbehaviors,’" he said, bitterness thick in his tone, his fingers curling into the fabric of his jeans. "You know how he is. One mistake and it’s l

I hung around in the entryway for a while after Frank’s departure, his goodbye still echoing softly in the air like a faint whisper. The house seemed to expand in his absence, the lofty ceilings and polished floors stretching out around me, making the silence weigh heavily on my skin.I wrapped my arms around myself and stared at the spot where he had just been, feeling the warmth of his kiss still lingering on my lips, while Rowan’s felt like a brand, more intense and impossible to shake off.God, please help me.Soft footsteps approached from the hallway, and I recognized one of the maids, Maria, if I remembered correctly (yes, I took note of all their names) who came in with a small smile as she reached for the silver tea tray Frank and I had left on the console table. I instinctively stepped forward and gently took it from her hands."I’ll handle that, miss" I said quietly, managing a small smile of my own. "It’s really no trouble."Maria’s expression softened, the lines around he

That evening, the dining room was softly lit by the chandelier, its crystals casting a warm glow over the long mahogany table filled with roasted lamb, fluffy garlic mashed potatoes, and a vibrant mix of winter vegetables steaming in their dishes.Rowan and I found ourselves sitting next to each other, whether by chance or some odd twist of fate, I couldn’t quite tell—but that little space between us felt both cramped and strangely expansive. Each time his sleeve brushed against mine as he reached for the water pitcher, it sent a jolt through me, and I focused intently on my plate, hoping no one caught me hovering my fork over the food without actually eating it.Across from us, Mom and Roderick were wrapped up in their own little bubble, just like they always were after their romantic getaways. Roderick had his arm draped over the back of Mom’s chair, his fingers tracing lazy circles on her shoulder while she leaned into him, giggling softly at something he murmured.Ew, please teach

Rowan’s hands lingered on my face for a moment that felt electric, his thumbs gently tracing my cheekbones while those intense green eyes searched mine, making my knees feel weak. Then, without saying a word, he leaned in, closing the gap between us until his lips found mine in a kiss that lit a spark deep inside me, like wildfire racing across dry leaves.The first touch was gentle, almost shy, a warm brush that seemed to ask for permission, even after everything we’d shared. But when I let out a sigh against him, the kiss shifted into something fierce and all-consuming. His mouth moved over mine with an urgency that took my breath away, deliberate at first, then desperate, as if he’d waited ages to kiss me like this.Heat spread through me...my lips, my chest, low in my stomach and I felt myself melting into him, the world fading away to just the feel of his tongue against mine, the way our breaths mingled, hot and uneven. It was incredible, overwhelming, as if every nerve in my bod