Bedmates Soulmates novel Chapter 240

You’re Not My Kira 

‘Is Young Master up?” she asked. 

Martin looked towards the second floor. ‘I’m not sure. We can go up and check.‘ 

He gestured towards the stairs. ‘Can I give you a hand with the tray?” 

‘No, it’s fine, thanks.‘ 

Martin let her go up 

first. 

Ever since Martin learned about the existence of Kira Hewitt, he had felt comfortable calling 

this woman Miss Kira. 

But he had addressed her by that name for years and didn’t know what else to call her. 

‘Please give me a moment,‘ he said when they were outside Gideon’s bedroom. 

have a look.” 

She inclined her head and smiled pleasantly. 

Her face was almost a carbon copy of Kira Hewitt’s. 

Martin hurriedly looked away. 

He knocked on the door twice before pushing it open and going inside. 

The room was dark and stank of alcohol. 

Martin walked over to the windows and pulled aside the curtains. 

Golden sunlight flooded into the room, shining on the sleeping man’s face. 

Gideon growled, ‘Close it!‘ 

He was lying on the sofa with one arm draped over his forehead. 

Martin pulled the curtains closer but left a chink, 

ll go in and 

‘Young Master, the rain has stopped. The weather’s looking good today. Do you want to-‘ 

‘Shut up!‘ Gideon hurled a throw pillow at Martin. ‘Get out!‘ 

Martin sighed and left the room quietly. 

‘What’s wrong?‘ the woman asked when she saw Martin come out, looking dejected. 

“Young Master had one glass too many last night. He’s hungover now. I don’t think he wants to be disturbed.‘ 

The woman caught on immediately. 

YoungNot lity Kha 

Gideon would never drink himself into oblivion unless he was deeply agitated. 

Mostly over events involving that woman. 

‘He found her, didn’t he?‘ 

Martin looked away. ‘I’m not sure.” 

The woman lowered her eyes and said nothing. 

Martin held back another sigh. 

“Young Master is planning to stay in Stamford for a while. I haven’t had the chance to tell him you’re here.‘ 

‘I understand. I’ll go get some aspirin for him. I’ll talk to him when he’s in a better mood.‘ 

“The medicine cabinet’s downstairs. I’ll show you.” 

“Thanks.” 

Gideon lay on his back on the sofa with one knee drawn up. 

He had a dream last night. 

He’d dreamed of Kira, his Kira. 

It wasn’t the same dream as what he always had in the past four years. 

This time, she was crying. 

She looked at him with tears in her eyes. 

She demanded to know why he abandoned her. 

Gideon couldn’t bear to see her cry. 

He held her in his arms. 

‘Kira…Don’t cry…Please…‘ 

He kissed her, tasting the bitter tears.