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Sharing Beatrice novel by Alexis Dee novel Chapter 418

Sharing Beatrice A Luna To Her Stepbrothers by Alexis Dee Book 2

Chapter 408 I Can Be Very Jealous (Beatrice Dismay)

Seeing me catch them made Akin push her away and mend his coat. I was just glaring at them. Talia looked way too happy as if he had made some promises to her, but he looked guilty. Of course, he was guilty.

Such an a*sshole. He never gives me hugs, even when I am crying. He is always asking me if he should hug me, but look at these two.

“Beatrice,” Akin tried coming after me, but I shrugged.

“I am headed to the dining room. They are waiting for us,” it was my way of informing him of dinner. He followed me in silence because there were several people around us.

Once we entered the dining room, our nostrils were blessed with all sorts of delicious food and cuisines.

“My daughter, come here!” Mom was really pleased to see me. She made me sit with her, and Akin came across me, facing me with his stupid face.

Igor came and sat next to him, looking at me directly.

“You met the people; how was it?” Mom asked.

“It was wonderful. Everyone was so loving,” I said as I gave her a smile, but then my eyes landed on Akin, who was staring at me through his t*hick eyebrows.

“You know most of those people were saying we make a beautiful couple,” Igor brought it up again, and as I was going to drop this whole topic, I noticed Akin clenching his jaw. 

“Yeah, everybody was saying that” I changed my tone, and even Igor noticed it. “They all know you two are mates,” mom stated, and then eyed me to continue eating.

“She has other mates, but she has decided to stick with one only. I think both of us are against the idea of polygamy. We are both too possessive for that,” Akin spoke up out of the blue, and I grunted at him.

“Ideas change, people change,” I commented and raised my brow, watching him narrow his eyes at me. He had the nerve to look so angry when he was the one at fault here.

“So, how about you two spend some time together?” Mom suddenly brought it up, even ignoring Akin once again.

Now that is what I didn’t want.

“Igor and I?” I had to ask again just to make sure I was hearing it right.

“Who else? Do you want to spend time with Vincent?” Igor tried to make a joke out of it, but I knew he had a very dirty mind. So, whenever he is trying to joke, he is actually imagining those things, and that makes me despise him even more.

“Not for a few days because I want to spend time with you, my people,” that was the best excuse I could come up with. That’ s when I felt something t*ouching my feet. I lifted my head and glared at Akin, who frowned in confusion.

‘What an idiot. He is trying to t*ouch me from under the table?’ I told Ace, getting angry at him for doing something so shameless when we were in public.

‘Then—,’ I stopped yammering when my eyes went to the side and I saw Igor staring at my face with nothing but l*ust covered eyes. In a swift move, I looked down under the table and realized it was his foot.

“Ah!” gasping and straightening my back, I pulled away from the table and awkwardly straightened my back.

“If you are done, can we go to our room?” I asked Akin, who was still not sure what was going on. I felt bad for him but also angry that he wasn’t the one teasing me from under the table.

I was so confused about what I wanted from him. The frustration of what Helel did to me made me take all my anger out on Akin for some reason.

“You barely t*ouched your food,” Mom questioned, and by then Igor had leaned back in his chair as well.

“We are jetlag; we will sleep now. I promise to eat well when we wake up in the morning,” I just wanted to get away from everyone and be alone with Akin to have a word with him.

“Let him eat at least,” Igor mentioned as he smirked. Obviously, he knew why I was leaving so abruptly. He caused me enough inconvenience from under the table that I had to rush out of there.

“No, I am fine. I already ate,” Akin said, getting up obediently after getting a h*ard stare from me.

Now that we were walking toward our room, I began to feel the tension between us. He had a lot to answer for.

By a lot of means, the things he didn’t even do.

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