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Is this a werewolf thing or a really turned-on thing? “Leera, do you trust me?” he asks, his voice suddenly very serious and . . . worried? Just like that, it feels like someone dumped a bucket of ice water over my head. I nod, but my worry must be all over my face when he sighs. “Someone is here, and I’m begging you to ignore her—and anything that comes out of her mouth.” My eyes narrow, and I can only nod again, but the worry has settled deep in the bottom of my stomach. It doesn’t help that Benny won’t even look at me.

“I worry so much that I can’t think of anything else.” “My work, my thoughts, everything is interrupted by you. I wonder—” His voice surged with rawness. “I wonder if you’re out there getting yourself into trouble, if you’re walking into the hands of reporters eager to tear you apart, if I’ll turn on the TV and see your face, see them dragging you through the mud.” Annoyance prickled through me, his concern sounding hollow, unnecessary—something he could erase with ease if he truly wished. “I worry why you keep going back to that department, where they belittle you, where they take advantage.”

Her form, nestled in the sheets, stirred as I entered, an unconscious response to the intrusion. The subtle rustle of her awakening was met with the realization that worry would be etched across her features. I had vanished into the recesses of the fortress, and Blanca, accustomed to my enigmatic disappearances, would undoubtedly be concerned. The severe headache persisted, a dull throb that pulsed in tandem with the rhythm of my heart. "Blanca," I murmured, my voice carrying a weight that mirrored the lingering discomfort. She stirred, eyes fluttering open to meet mine. Concern etched lines on her face, a testament to the genuine worry that had woven itself into the fabric of her emotions.

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I replied hesitantly. "Oh that, eat up. You'll need to hear this while you're really full. So don't worry". He responded. You know whenever someone tells you not to worry that is when you begin to worry feel unsettled. That's the kind of feeling I had when Antonio told me not to worry. Anyways, I give him the benefit of doubt and try not to worry about anything. Please vote and leave your comments and suggestions and don't forget to share also and FOLLOW ME! Love You All!!!

I squeezed her when she went silent on me again. "I really wish you wouldn't worry about this stuff baby. I've got it under control the guys are already setting things in motion. I just want you to think about being happy. Can you do that for me?" She turned in my arms and looked into my eyes. She's reading business books so she can help me, she's worrying about abused children who are in the hands of monsters, when does she get to think about her?

Do I take him with me? I was having second thoughts. Who knew what was going to be said. What if I needed him? Why was I such an overthinker? Visit J o- b- n- i b.com to read the complete chapters for free. If you are not reading this novel on Job ni b .c o m, some sentences are incompleteAlways thinking the worst and making things up in my head before they’ve even happened. It was stressful. My mind constant. The anxiety crippling me. Why did I always have to take life so seriously?

Cara's brow shoots up, and she leans in slightly, her voice dropping, “Wait a minute, You can’t paint because you’re worried about your husband?” I wince at the tone in which she uses the word husband and I bite my lip. “It’s not like I'm worried about him.” I start, the words spilling out of me in a rushed whisper which earns me a side eye from the girl in front of me, “Just concerned.” Cara crosses her arms, her eyes narrowing in a way that tells me she’s not buying it. "Ava babes, concern is literally another word for worry.” I shift uncomfortably in my seat avoiding her gaze and accidentally meeting the eyes of the boy behind her. He waves at me, but I don't wave back and instead focus m