Novel & Cerita Eddie Munson X Reader Angst

Edward whispered softly close to my ear. --To be continued… Please SUPPORT my other works: Love Slave to the Mafia Boss's Passion 18+ and Conquering the Emperor 18+

Eddie's POV My gaze darted from the closed door to Bianca, who sat perched on the edge of my desk, fiddling with a pen in her perfectly manicured hands. Her usual confident demeanor seemed to have evaporated, replaced by a mixture of apprehension and what appeared to be…defiance? A wave of anger washed over me, momentarily eclipsing the confusion that had been swirling in my gut. "Bianca," I growled, my voice laced with steel. "What the hell was that?"

Eddy was so lost in her beauty that he did not see her stop in front of him. "Hey, mister! Here!" She snapped her fingers before Eddy, jolting him to reality. "Who are you?" "Uhm," Eddy suddenly became confused. He scratched his head that was not itching. "I, I, uhm-i..." he suddenly coughed. "I am Martin Derek, a writer. I have a letter for Mr. Antonio." "Martin Derek..." The woman drawled, looking at Eddy's messy red hair. His eyes were a brilliant shade of jade, shinning through the spectacles on the bridge of his nose. "You don't look like a 'Martin Derek'," she stated.

“And aren’t you embarrassed to criticize me too? Is that psychologist, Hanna Delacruz, your lover?” Trent huffed, stood up, and wanted to change the ward she was in. Edward was nervous and immediately sat up. “Where are you going with the plaster cast on your leg?” “I want to change my ward. I get so pissed off when I see you.” Trent did not want to talk to Edward at all. “Huh? You’re angry when you see me? I should be angrier when I see you!” Edward huffed, turned, and did not bother Trent.

I freaked out a lot, the author or translator followed the multiverse trend or something TT *This is the translation I see with no link to the next chapter Edward Mitchell didn't care about anything and went, he didn't chase, but just watched the slender, gentle back figure fading away, then fell to his knees. This action. A shrill scream rang out. Anne Jenner went to the door of the subdivision, finally heard the sound, she turned, saw Edward Mitchell not far away, he was wearing a black shirt and trousers, thin lips, open cuffs, kneeling properly Usually of course, his posture was extremely dignified, but the unconcealable look of confusion in his eyes said it all.

But deep down she knew she was testing him. Downstairs, the smell of coffee and bacon filled the air. Elena was humming in the kitchen while Richard read the newspaper on the deck. Callum was already at the table, shirtless, wearing only gray sweatpants that hung dangerously low on his hips. His muscular torso was on full display. Every defined line of his abs and the sharp V disappearing beneath his waistband seemed designed to torment her. He looked up when she entered. His green eyes slowly dragged down her body. A slow, wicked smile spread across his face.

Not the worst outcome. After calming down, Liesa turned around again. Angus was already sitting in a chair beside the bed, reading. His hair was still dripping wet. The only thing he wore was the towel around his waist. Just looking at him made Liesa feel cold. “Mr. Romano, would you like me to get the hair dryer?” Liesa asked again. Angus didn’t respond. Angus simply lowered his gaze and continued reading a German book in the original text. Liesa hesitated for a moment.