บททั้งหมดของ Nanny To My highschool Nemesis : บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

Brooklyn's POV"I found the lunchbox in the car after you dropped us off this morning," I said. "Daisy hadn't eaten breakfast so I thought — "Emerson walked past me.Not around me. Past me. Close enough that his jacket sleeve brushed my arm. He didn't slow down, didn't look at me, didn't even blink in my direction. He walked down the steps like I hadn't said a single word and went straight to his car.I turned around. "Emerson."He opened the driver's door."I'm talking to you."He got in.The door closed. The engine started. And then Emerson Weston reversed out of that parking lot and drove away without once looking in my direction through the windscreen or the mirror.I stood there watching his car until it turned out of the lot and disappeared behind the row of trees lining the road. Then I kept staring at the empty space where it had been because I didn't know what else to do with the feeling sitting in my chest right now.It wasn't anger exactly. It was something smaller and mor

Brooklyn's POV"Daisy, that's wrong." I tapped the page gently. "Try it again."She looked at the math problem, erased her answer slowly, and started over. I sat beside her at the kitchen table and watched her work, one hand wrapped around my mug, the evening quiet around us.That was how the last two days had gone. Quiet. Steady. Uncomplicated.Emerson had not spoken to me once since the hallway outside Daisy's room. Not at home, not at school, not even an accidental glance in the corridor. He moved through spaces I occupied like I was furniture. At school he sat across the classroom and looked through me. At home he came in, went upstairs, and stayed there. Our deal was holding perfectly and it felt exactly like what it was — two people doing a very convincing job of pretending the other one did not exist.I told myself it was fine. It was what we had agreed to.I focused on Daisy instead and found it was not difficult at all. She was easy to be around in the way that only very quie

Brooklyn's POV"You don't have to do that, you know."I turned to look at him. "Do what?""Daisy." Emerson leaned against the wall and crossed his arms, keeping his voice low enough not to carry through her door. "You don't have to be everywhere she is. You don't have to insert yourself into every moment.""Insert myself?" I kept my voice equally low but the edge in it was immediate. "She was alone in the dark crying with both hands over her ears. What exactly was I supposed to do? Walk past?""I'm just saying you don't need to force it.""I'm not forcing anything.""You've been with her every evening this week.""Because she comes to find me." I held his gaze. "Every single time, Emerson, she comes to me. I don't go looking for it. She knocks on my door, she sits next to me at the table, she slips drawings under my door in the morning." I paused. "I'm not forcing my way into her life. She's letting me in."Something shifted in his expression. Just slightly. He looked away from me tow

Brooklyn's POV"I'm actually in the middle of something," I said, gesturing back toward the classroom door. "Can this wait until — "His hand closed around my wrist.Not roughly. Just firmly enough that stopping was the only reasonable option. A few people near the door were already looking. Someone inside the classroom had turned completely around in their seat to watch through the small window in the door. I could feel the stares landing on us like something physical."Emerson." I kept my voice low. "People are watching.""Let them." He was already moving, pulling me with him down the corridor without breaking stride.I could have pulled away. I thought about it. But the grip wasn't hurting me and something about the urgency in how he was moving made me hold the argument back. I matched his pace instead and let him lead us around the corner and further down the empty hallway until the classroom was out of sight and the sound of the lesson behind us faded into nothing.He let go.I t

Brooklyn's POV"Emerson, you remember Riley." Patrick gestured warmly across the table as the Holloways settled into their seats. "It's been, what, three years since you two last saw each other?""Something like that," Emerson said.He had shown up. I noticed that the second he walked into the dining room at five to seven, dressed properly, hair combed, looking every bit the son his father wanted on display tonight. He hadn't looked at me once since arriving. I told myself that was fine. I told myself it was exactly what I wanted.Riley Holloway was every bit as polished as Patrick had promised. Soft blonde waves, a dress that probably cost more than my mother's rent, and a laugh that arrived precisely on cue whenever Patrick made one of his increasingly unsubtle jokes about the two of them."You two were inseparable as kids," Patrick said, refilling his wine glass. "Riley used to follow you around the old summer house like a shadow.""Dad.""I'm just saying." Patrick raised his hands