My Sweet Seduction novel Chapter 32

“GOOD MORNING!”

I smiled while facing the stove while cooking.

“Morning. How was your sleep?” I asked as I glanced at him, he was still not wearing his shirt, so I chose to refocus on cooking.

“It was good. Hmm, breakfast looks good, huh?” he said huskily.

I was shocked when I heard his voice behind my ear. I could feel the warmth of his breath under my skin.

“Y-yeah, I’ll prepare bacon and sausages,” I replied casually, did not want to affect his presence behind me.

“Hmm, sounds delicious,” he mumbled.

I close my mouth instinctively and swallowed the word I was about to spout. My forehead was also sweating because he seemed to be watching what I was doing.

“Can I use your shower?” he mumbled again.

I nervously nodded. Thankful that he didn’t speak anymore. I just heard the rush of the water from the shower, indicating that he was definitely bathing.

I finished serving breakfast and suddenly heard a series of doorbell sounds from outside.

I took off my apron for a moment before heading to the door to open it.

My eyes flashed with worry, and my lovely face drained of blood when I saw who’s at the doorstep. He looks very ruthless and intense, causing me to be lost in my mind for a long while.

“Lawrence?!” I finally got the voice.

“Hi. Good morning!” he greeted. I immediately looked down at the flower he was holding.

“W-what are you doing here?!” I stammered. Immediately rebuilt the heart. I just turned to peek at Peter inside too.

He glanced quietly, walked in, and wandered around. “Can we talk?”

“Hah! M-maybe some other time? I’ll be busy the whole today. I’m sorry,” I quickly said. I close my eyes. Damn! Why those fucking words stuttering from my mouth?!

“Margaux, we need to talk. I already talked to Dad, and—” he paused.

His face suddenly darkened, and he looked at me from behind.

I quickly glanced at Peter, wearing his fucking boxer shorts. Blood rushing throughout my veins, and right now, I feel like I wanted a heart attack.

“What is he doing here?!” Lawrence’s voice is low and rumble.

I lowered my head ashamedly. I could not speak. I wanted to hide into a hole at the moment to avert his gaze.

“You have a visitor. I’ll get a towel first. I’ll just get dressed,” Peter stated.

I bit my lip hard as I felt his footsteps away.

“That bastard!” he asked with disbelief. His cold, piercing eyes look as if it’s an eagle looking at its prey.

“What exactly are you doing here, Mr. Saavedra?” My voice cracked slightly, even my toes were trembling, but I remained composed, even though I knew he wanted to eat me whole.

He chuckled. “No, nothing. I think we have nothing more to talk about,” he coldly said.

He has already begun to step away. I just kept standing. I want to stop him and explain what he just saw.

But I couldn’t. I didn’t even try to chase him. I made my final decisions. I will raise the child alone and starts something new.

“Won’t you talk to him?”

I have a glimpse of Peter at my side. He is now wearing his T-shirt and the pants that he wore last night.

“I’m a man too. I know what’s running through his mind right now,” he added.

I shook, slowly holding back the tears I had been holding back. It seems like now I feel more pain in exchange for my decision.

I’m letting him go, not because I don’t love him. I’m letting him go because loving him has no meaning if it’s only pains me.

I love him to the point it hurts. But it hurts more to hold on. And sometimes it has to be done, not mad, not upset, just done.

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“BESTIE!”