Page 15 of The Blairville Legacies

Just at that moment, he reappeared with two more suitcases under his arms and smiled in our direction.

“Where do you want them?”

Ooohh no, not thistime, I thought to myself and took the initiative to do something about the pushy young neighbor.

“It's alright. I'll take these upstairs myself.”

With a put-on smile, I took one suitcase from him and gestured for him to put the other down.

His gaze had become more suspicious. But he decided,wisely, not to comment and went back to the front door. The presence of my mother probably made him a little uneasy.

“One more is missing,” he called out and disappeared outside.

Couldn't he just leave?

“Don't overdo it,” Mum warned, addressing me as if I were weak and frail. Then she turned back to the groceries.

“These aren't so heavy,” I told her with confidence.

Recklessly, I lifted Mum's first suitcase and carried it carefully up the stairs. Arriving at her room, I pushed down the handle and placed the suitcases in front of her bed. The room looked a little different from mine because she had a sloping roof with two windows. And it wasn't flooded with evening sun like mine, which was why I was already satisfied with my room.

I turned around and arrived in the hallway when I ran straight into a muscular male body. Startled by the warmth and hardness, I jumped back.

“What are you doing here again?” I hissed at Julian, overwhelmed, my gaze lingering on his broad, defined arms. Swallowing, I forced myself to look into his face.

“Your mother told me to bring these two...”

“Yes, thank you.”

I yanked my suitcase rudely from his hand and carried it to my room without letting Julian finish. He, in turn, had followed me and was now leaning in the doorway. His gaze was on me. I could feel it.

Was he watching me?

I turned and looked directly into his sparkling eyes.

“Tell me, what do you actually want from me? You can't tell me you're here to kiss my mother's ass. Am I somehow your type or what? If so, I have absolutely no interest in you.”

Julian's expression instantly stiffened. I had apparently scratched his ego with my words.

Satisfied, I smiled.

“You're definitely not mytype, and I don't know what your problem is. I was just trying to be friendly,” he retorted harshly. “You're all so aloof, except for your mother. Is that such a witch thing?”

Of course...Just because a girl wouldn't let him flirt with her, she was called awitch. What else? This guy fulfilled the stereotype to such an extent.

“I didn't need any help, okay?”

He raised an eyebrow in response to my sentence.

“That's not what it looked like,” he grinned again, and I was about to slam the door right in his face.

“I still didn't ask you to do that. Now,pleasego. I have other things to do.”

He looked at me for a moment before turning and disappearing down the stairs with the words, “I was happy to do it anyway, Adam's girl.”

I rolled my eyes and closed the door behind me.

Finally, he was gone, and I had my peace. That had definitely been too many annoying people in one day. It could only get better...

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