Page 81 of Fated with my Ex's Brother

"No, I wasn't!" I defend, my face turning red in the process. "Okay, if you say so," he glances at me and kisses my cheek. "I love

you."

3e arrive at his place a few minutes past six in the evening. He oTers

to carry Octavia, and I get the supplies in the car before approaching

the front door to open it for us all.

I notice a police van parked on the other side of the road. Nick is

doing all this to protect me.

Could I love this man anymore?

Inside, he takes Octavia to the tiny guest room next to his. He lays

her on the bed gently so she doesnJt wake from her sleep. I stay with

her for a few minutes before going to join Nick.

3hen I join him, heJs in the kitchen making dinner.

"3hat are you making?" I ask curiously, trying to peep over the

stove.

"You'll know when it's time to eat. Do shower!" he says, blocking

my view from the pot.

"Uut I want to know," I say, pouting.

"Do shower, Isabel!"

695 HEBEN UB1ME

"Wine!" I say, defeatedly. Stamping my feet as I walk to his bedroom like an angered teenager. I hear Nick chuckling to himself.

After a few minutes in the shower, I heard the bathroom door open.

"Nick? Nick?" I call out. I hear the door close but hear no response. "Nick?"

Now, I'm panicking.

Chapter Nineteen Nick

Today has been crazy!

I'm just grateful I was on the phone with Isabel when she noticed the stalker. God knows what they would have done to her if I hadn't been on the line.

I have my suspicions as to who is behind this. I’m guessing it’s none other than my father because it isn't coincidental that a rando decided to stalk Isabel a few days after my father's threat.

I genuinely hope he has no hand in this because I won't deal lightly with whoever it is. Isabel is my life, and I'll do anything to protect her and Octavia.

I Snish cooking in no time. I pack a bowl of snacks for Octavia, knowing she will be up soon. I take the bowl to her room and place it by her bedside. I watch her sleep for a couple of minutes. ;he looks so peaceful. I hope she doesn’t wake up soon- I need to talk with her mother.

I return to the kitchen to assemble a tray of the stirAfry I just made and take it to the bedroom.

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