Escape From My Step Brother's Dangerous Obsession (Skylar and Callias) novel Chapter 32

Chapter 32 

After simply cleaning and organizing the rental apartment for more than an hour, it was finally barely livable. 

I curled up on the sofa with my exhausted body and opened my phone, only to find that the secretly taken news had been deleted. 

The reason given was “violation of regulations.” 

Such a swift and decisive move immediately brought to mind the image of an elegant middle–aged woman. 

The Roberts family’s matriarch, Roberts‘ strong–willed mother. 

In her eyes, seemingly no woman in the world was worthy of her son. 

Let alone worthy of stepping through the Roberts family’s door. 

When Hugo and I first confirmed our relationship, he immediately excitedly took me to the 

Roberts‘ old mansion. 

But we were harshly rejected by Mrs. Roberts. 

The two of us stood awkwardly in the rain at the 

gate. 

That day, her expression was cold, showing no trace of motherly love for her son. 

“If you bring this woman, don’t ever step into this house again!” 

Later, she directly had the gardener spray us with the garden hose. I had never been so 

humiliated. 

Thinking about it now, perhaps he was with me just to defy his father. 

Realizing this, I couldn’t help but curl my lips in a cold smile. 

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Chapter 32 

Bella thought she was different from me, but now it seems she’s just another stepping stone before the real Mrs. Roberts takes her place. 

I couldn’t help but feel relieved. 

Fortunately, I saw everything clearly while there was still time, before I truly buried my in the Roberts family. 

Perhaps because I could finally relax after five years, I fell asleep right there on the sofa. 

When I woke up, it was already evening, and my stomach was growling fiercely with hunger. 

life 

I took my keys preparing to go out and buy groceries, but unexpectedly opened the door to 

find Roberts standing stiffly outside. 

He stood there like a statue, silent, who knows for how long. 

I frowned impatiently, “Do you need something? If not, please move aside, I need to go buy 

groceries.” 

He seemed to have not spoken for a long time, his voice hoarse when he opened his mouth. 

“In five years together, how did I not know you could cook?” 

I had no good expression for him now, saying mockingly: 

“What I cook isn’t the Western food you eat every day. To you, me cooking or not cooking makes no difference. Besides, you didn’t want to eat my cooking anyway, did you?” 

After all, in his heart, I was no different from a rat in the gutter, just a tool to anger Mrs. 

Roberts. 

Hearing this, a flash of embarrassment crossed Hugo’s face.