Deep Trouble With You のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 71 - チャプター 80

I see Masha go quiet and thoughtful. She’s stubborn, but far from stupid, and she loves the little one. Logic and a bit of manipulation should steer her in the right direction.“Fine,” the blonde grits out through her teeth, glaring at me from under her brows. “We’ll go to school.”When we finished dinner, Anya made tea and put out a bowl of candies and cookies. It was impossible not to notice how Luka’s eyes lit up. But the boy sat quietly, head down, only sneaking glances at the plate, afraid to even say a word, let alone ask.Fuck.This is unbearable.“Luka, if you want candy, you can take it without asking,” Ann gently steps in, clearly noticing my reaction. “Just don’t eat too many at once. Let’s start with two today, okay?”The boy looked at her trustingly, smiled wide, and took the sweets, pressing them to his chest so carefully. Anya glanced at me and pressed her lips together in frustration. I understood her perfectly.In the living room, I unfolded the huge couch, handed out

An idea suddenly hit me.After we paid in the toy store, we finally reached the café we were heading to. Leaving my company for a moment, I slipped away and came back shortly, handing Masha a gift.“What is this?” the girl asked, not believing her eyes.“What does it look like?”“A… phone,” she said uncertainly.“Yeah, a phone. It’s for you. Not the newest, fanciest model, but the brand is solid and reliable. You’ll always be able to stay in touch with us, and it’ll stay with you afterward.”I saw Masha freeze, lightly touching the box with the gadget. Even I couldn’t read her reaction.“Thank you,” she finally snapped out of it and quietly said it, sincerely.The rest of the day we just walked around with the kids, dedicating ourselves to their leisure. We took them to a petting zoo, where they got a ton of unforgettable emotions, walked along the waterfront eating cotton candy and caramel apples, even took a few pictures on our phones.The evening was wonderful. The kids laughed a l

The next day the weather took pity on us and the blazing sun came back. Armed with beach stuff, creams, and water toys, we headed to the beach early in the morning.I often see Nazar half-naked, but when his body is touched by sunlight… that’s a whole different kind of art. Can a person really be that attractive and perfect?But unlike our first time together at the beach, this time it started to bother me that other women were staring at him so openly.Fucking dried-up vultures.Since when did I learn to be jealous? I need to cut that shit out…Trying to suppress those toxic feelings, I pushed them aside and we had a great time with the kids. We swam in the sea, tried to teach them how to swim, sprayed each other with water guns, buried Nazar in sand, ate delicious baklava and shrimp. You couldn’t drag the kids out until their lips turned blue.When the little hooligans were ordered to warm up and sunbathe, I decided to take a quick dip myself, peacefully and carefree.Stepping into

“Fuck…” I dropped my head onto the table, deliberately wanting to hurt myself a little. Though the physical pain is nothing compared to what’s going on inside.“You’re too hard on yourself and on me,” I heard Nazar say as he moved closer, taking Luka’s seat. “We could’ve had a good time. My brother and Vicky are great people, and you already know the kids. I would’ve figured something out, or told the truth. They’re used to my… unconventional behavior. Nothing surprises them anymore.”“You’re really not helping right now,” I muttered without lifting my head. “‘Used to it.’ And you’re here trying to prove something serious to me? Even your own family knows you’re unpredictable. Clearly not the first time,” I lifted my head and looked into his green eyes. “You want me as your wife. Let’s ASSUME I became one. Then what? I just sit and wait for the next thing you pull? Like sitting on a powder keg.”“I’m different with you,” the man touched my face and smiled softly. “And you can pull jus

Today is the first of September, the universal day of knowledge, bright backpacks, school uniforms, the smell of brand-new stationery, white bows in girls’ hair, oceans of flowers… and children’s misery. That exact expression was plastered across our temporary daughter Masha’s face as she headed to her new school.“At least smile for appearances,” I try to put the girl in a better mood, but all I get is an eye-roll and a groan from those gray eyes. “Look, the kids are happy, smiling…”“Because they’re idiots,” the brat grumbles worse than some bitter old woman, glaring hatefully at the passing students chirping away while dragging bouquets bigger than themselves. “What’s there to be happy about? Bet you anything they’ll start whining in a month.”“Well, Luka likes it. He’s smiling too,” I ruffle the boy’s soft hair, and he beams at me.“That’s different. The rest are just brain-dead morons.”“Maria!” I shoot the blonde a pointed look, then glance at Nazar like maybe he’ll rein in “our