Her Stepbrother's Obsession: His Kitten의 모든 챕터: 챕터 61 - 챕터 70

Claire’s POVThe halls were buzzing with talks about the trip.Everywhere I turned, students were either excitedly discussing what to pack, predicting which teachers would be supervising, or trying to figure out how they made the cut. It was as if the whole school had suddenly been jolted awake with new energy.I found my friends by the lockers, already deep in conversation. Sage was the first to spot me, waving a hand dramatically."Well, well, well. Look who decided to grace us with her presence," he teased, running a hand through his dark curls.I rolled my eyes. "I was literally gone for ten minutes."Had to take some alone time in the lab so I could at least breathe amist it all. "Yeah, and that’s ten minutes of premium gossip time wasted." Shawty grinned. "Now spill—how do you feel about being one of the chosen ones?"I sighed, leaning against the lockers. "I mean, it’s just a field trip, right? Nothing t

Claire’s POVThe dim glow of the TV flickered across the living room, casting soft shadows against the walls. The air smelled faintly of strawberries—Jace’s snack from earlier—and the faint hum of the air conditioner filled the quiet space between us.I was curled up against him, my head resting against his chest, his arm draped lazily around my waist. His fingers traced absentminded circles on my hip, a mindless habit of his, while his attention remained fixed on the screen. The movie playing was some psychological thriller he’d chosen, something intense, filled with subtle mind games and unpredictable turns. Normally, I would have been invested, but right now, my mind was elsewhere.I shifted slightly, tilting my head up to look at him. “Jace?”His fingers stilled for a brief second before resuming their slow movements. “Hmm?”I hesitated, my teeth grazing my bottom lip. “Can I ask you something?”He didn’t look away from the s

Jace’s POVThe bus rattled along the road, the soft hum of the engine mixing with the low chatter of students. I sat stiffly, arms crossed, gaze locked on the window, counting down the hours until this trip was over.Beside me, Whitney shifted in her seat. I could feel her eyes on me, the way she kept glancing, waiting, expecting something. When she realized she wasn’t getting it, she huffed under her breath.Typical.I ignored her, keeping my focus on the passing scenery.Another minute passed. Then another.She snapped.“Are you seriously not going to say anything?” she demanded, her voice just above a whisper but laced with frustration.I barely blinked. “About what?”She let out a sharp breath like she couldn’t believe I had the audacity to ask that. “Are you really that heartless, Jace? You don’t think you owe me an apology?”I finally turned my head, meeting her glare with a bored express

Claire The teachers called out the names, and one by one, our "representatives" were chosen. Whitney. Shawty. Celine. Two other slay queens whose only experience in a kitchen was probably ordering food from an expensive restaurant. The realization hit immediately—none of them could cook. The other team had a mix of sporty and brainy girls, all of whom at least looked like they knew their way around a kitchen. Meanwhile, our side? A total disaster waiting to happen. Then Jace’s voice cut through the noise. “If you all don’t want to embarrass yourselves, then just let Claire do it. Add her on the list.* Silence. I stiffened as eyes turned toward me. My first instinct was to say no. I hadn’t signed up for this. But before I could speak, Whitney rolled her eyes dramatically. “Of course, you’d say that,” she scoffed, crossing

Claire's POVThe entire campsite had fallen into silence, the only sounds being the occasional rustle of leaves and the distant chirping of crickets. Inside the luxury tent, the steady breathing of the girls signaled that they had all drifted off into sleep. Shawty had knocked out almost instantly, Whitney had grumbled about the hard pillows before eventually succumbing to exhaustion, and the others had been out before I even crawled into bed.But sleep? It refused to come to me.I lay in bed, staring up at the ceiling of the tent, my mind restless. Maybe it was the unfamiliar setting. Maybe it was the lingering thoughts of the blackmailer and the uncertainty hanging over me like a storm cloud. Or maybe it was just one of those nights where sleep felt like a distant dream, teasing me but never quite arriving.Letting out a quiet sigh, I carefully peeled back the covers and swung my legs over the side of the bed. My phone screen glowed softly as I