All Chapters of Trapped By My Stepfather Charm: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

"I'm just not very hungry, Alex."I tried to keep my voice from trembling. My gaze remained glued to the surface of the table, refusing to meet the eyes of the man sitting across from me. My fingers gripped the handle of my spoon so tightly that my knuckles turned white.Alexander didn't shift his position. He stayed leaned slightly toward me, staring at me directly with a gaze that felt as though it could read every thought in my mind."You've been watching my every move since you sat down in that chair, Selena," Alexander whispered softly. His voice was low and calm, yet it carried an underlying pressure that made my chest tighten even more. "Is there something you want to ask me?"Before I could assemble the words to deny it, the sound of my mother's footsteps echoed as she approached from the kitchen.Within a split second, Alexander straightened his back. His expression, which had been cold and intense moments before, instantly shifted into something warm and friendly. He leaned

"Move your foot," I whispered under my breath, my voice barely audible.Alexander didn't move an inch. A faint smirk remained fixed on his face, his eyes locking onto mine without a single trace of hesitation."What is it, Selena? Why are you just standing there?" my mother asked from in front of the open refrigerator, the door blocking her view of us."It's nothing," Alexander answered smoothly, his tone entirely composed. He slowly drew back his foot and stood up from his chair. "Let me grab the butter. Selena still looks a little weak. Just sit back down, Selena."I froze in place. Alexander brushed past me, his shoulder deliberately grazing mine as he walked toward the fridge."Oh, thank you," my mother said, offering a sweet smile as Alexander handed her the container. "Selena, sit down. Don't just stand there."I took a deep breath and sat back down at the far end of the table, my hands clenching tightly in my lap beneath the tablecloth.Alexander returned to his seat. He picked

"Enough, Jacob. I don't want to hear another word from you," I said coldly, turning my back on him.Jacob stood frozen in place. His pale face flushed with guilt as the sharp, mocking glares of the students in the cafeteria locked onto him."Let's go, Soph," I whispered, grabbing my friend's arm.We walked quickly away from the cafeteria, leaving behind the sudden flurry of hushed, contemptuous whispers directed at Jacob. Sophia followed close behind without asking a single question until we reached the hallway outside our classroom.Before we could step inside, however, one of the student class reps approached us with a stack of papers in hand."Are you two heading in?" the guy asked. "The professor isn't coming today. He called in sick, so class is canceled early."I let out a long breath, a faint wave of relief washing over my chest. At least I could get away from this place without dealing with everyone's staring eyes.I pulled my phone out of my bag and dialed my mother's number

"Are you sure you don't want me to wait until your mother gets here, Selena?"Sophia looked at me with concern outside the glass doors of the salon. Her eyes scanned my pale face and slightly messy hair."No need, Sophia," I answered, trying to smile even though my lips felt completely stiff. "My mother just called. There is an urgent matter at home and I need to get back right away.""But you look so pale. Are you really okay? You look like you just saw a ghost.""Just a little dizzy," I cut in quickly. I gripped the strap of my bag tightly, trying hard to hide my hands, which were still trembling violently. "You go ahead and finish your treatment. I'm heading out first. I'm sorry I can't stay with you until you're done."Without waiting for Sophia's reply, I turned around quickly and walked away from the salon area.Alexander's luxury black sedan was already parked right at the curb. Its pitch-black tinted windows hid whoever was inside. My steps slowed down, feeling heavy and cold

"Mr. Alexander, the parking area is secure and the private elevator is ready," the guard’s voice came from behind the dark car glass, shattering the intense silence between us.Alexander did not release my body immediately. His thumb stroked my wet lower lip once more before he pressed the intercom button on the door."Wait in front of the elevator. Nobody comes near," Alexander commanded coldly.He released his hold, allowing me to hurriedly adjust my rumpled shirt. My chest rose and fell as I tried to regain my frantic breath. Alexander glanced briefly at his luxury watch, then looked at me with dark eyes holding unfinished passion."Fix your hair," he whispered softly. "We are leaving now."He opened the car door, took my hand, and guided me out. His strides were long and firm. The guards stood at attention with bowed heads as we passed them toward the private elevator. I tried to look down, terrified they would see my flushed face and the dark kiss marks on my neck.The elevator d