บททั้งหมดของ My Enemy [BL]: บทที่ 81 - บทที่ 90

I didn’t go downstairs for dinner that night. I could hear the soft clattering of pots and pans, a chair scraping against the floor, and then silence... probably him eating by himself. I just couldn’t face him after the way he snapped at me. I felt pretty stupid for thinking we were finally starting to get each other.So, I stayed curled up on my bed, my phone casting a dim light in the dark room as I scrolled through my gallery. There were pictures of Millie laughing with her messy bun falling apart, Tori grinning with a milkshake mustache, and Frank smiling with his arm around my shoulder like it was just the most natural thing.I lingered on Frank’s photo, his easy smile, the sunlight catching in his hair. It made my heart ache. He’d never yelled at me like that. He’d never made me feel small for caring.I sighed, locked my phone, and tossed it onto the blanket beside me. My chest felt heavy, like all the emotions I’d been holding back for the past week had decided to gang up on me

"Come on," Rowan said finally, his tone softer now. "Before the food gets cold."He pivoted and headed down the hall, and after hesitating for a moment, I fell in step behind him. The tension that had hung between us had shifted into something nearly normal and something warm that felt strange but not so bad. I walked behind him, noticing how the light from the chandelier caught in his hair, when I spotted his left hand—a rough bandage wrapped around it, clearly done in a hurry."Wait," I said, frowning as I caught up. "What happened to your hand?"He glanced down and shrugged as if it was nothing. "Just cut myself making dinner," he said nonchalantly, as if slicing open his hand was an everyday occurrence. "It’s fine.""It doesn’t look fine," I countered, eyeing the shabby bandage. It was practically hanging off, and there was already a faint trace of red seeping through. "That’s not even wrapped right. My mom would have a heart attack if she saw it."He shot me that look—the one tha

I blinked at him, still trying to wrap my head around what he just said. He looked so relaxed about it, like handing over a stunning lakeside property was as simple as offering me a piece of gum. My mouth must’ve been hanging open because Rowan couldn’t help but smirk, clearly finding my reaction entertaining."Wait," I finally managed to say, shaking my head in disbelief. "You’re serious, aren’t you? You’d really just give me an entire cabin mansion and a forest like it’s nothing?"He shrugged, his demeanor annoyingly casual. "Yeah. Why not? You seem to enjoy it here more than I do.""Rowan, that’s crazy," I said, getting up from the rocking chair. "Do you even get how big this place is? The land alone has to be worth—" I trailed off, helplessly waving my arms at the endless trees and the lake spread out before us.It could be worth millions!"This isn’t just a tiny cabin in the woods. It’s a whole property. You can’t just hand something like this over to me."He chuckled softly, cle

He was quiet for a while, the gentle sounds of the forest filling the silence that hung between us. In the distance, the lake caught the fading sunlight, transforming from gold to rose as the sun dipped lower. I studied him, trying to decipher the storm that seemed ever-present in his eyes. When he finally broke the silence, his casual tone was almost infuriating—so much that I nearly laughed."Sure," he said with a shrug, his voice low and dismissive. "Whatever. Just don’t get in my way."I blinked, a bit surprised, then couldn’t help but grin. "So that’s a yes?"He shot me a sidelong glance, a smirk playing on his lips. "It’s not a no."That was good enough for me. I felt my smile widen before I even realized it. "This’ll be fun," I said, barely managing to keep my excitement in check. "Just like one of those mystery novels I sometimes read. You know—the brooding detective and the clever sidekick unraveling a dark family secret."Rowan turned toward me, one eyebrow raised, a hint of

Rowan shoved his hands back into his pockets, giving me that familiar sideways smirk that always signaled trouble. "You’re lucky I was there," he said casually. "You probably would’ve burned the whole cabin down with your awful cooking if I hadn’t stepped in."I gasped. "Excuse me?"He tilted his head, pretending to be innocent. "You set the toaster on fire, Loren."I gasped, remembering that one event from day six. I was craving toast and the shock of seeing the toaster up made me scream so hard...you’d think I was trying to wake the ancestors. Luckily we were able to put out the fire quickly."That was one time!" I shot back, crossing my arms. "And it was your fault for throwing that stupid dish towel at my head!"He chuckled under his breath, clearly enjoying the banter. "Sure, blame me for your lack of basic cooking skills."I glared at him, taking a step closer and jabbing my finger into his chest. "You’re such an ass, Rowan. If you hadn’t hogged the kitchen half the time, maybe