Accidentally Pregnant By My Alpha Best friends (Madeline) novel Chapter 713

Nala:

Ever since Ron abducted me, I had been worried about him.

The way he took me and tied me to the chair made me afraid he would end up making a mistake.

Turning Lady Eugenia into a monster was not going to be any sort of punishment for that woman.

If anything, she would be more than happy to have that kind of power.

She would finally be able to achieve her goal of hurting Madeline.

And that was exactly what I didn't want.

But then everything became too awkward.

Mathew was standing in front of me, and we both fell silent, lost in our thoughts.

"Come on, Mathew. Untie me," I said as he scratched his forehead.

I noticed him reaching for his phone. He was probably going to call Ron first because, of course, he had to.

On one hand, he couldn't play both sides. He wanted to untie me, but he wanted to do it the right way, after informing his friend.

"Come on, Mathew. What are you thinking about? Untie me. Come on."

As I spoke again, he finally snapped his head up and glared at me.

"Can you please shut up for a moment?"

There was a request in his tone, but there was frustration too.

"Hey, don't fucking speak to me like that, I am a princess."

I knew what I was doing. I was just pissing him off.

I liked pissing people off.

"I am just saying, please keep your mouth shut for a moment," he requested, motioning with his hand for me to zip my lips.

"What if I don't?" I replied sassily, watching him raise an eyebrow.

He kept staring at me, and then he chuckled to himself.

"What?" I demanded.

"You know, I could say something to you, but I'm not going to," he muttered, and I became even more interested in what he had to say.

"Say it," I demanded.

"No. I'd better not," he mumbled, shaking his head.

"Come on, do it," I insisted again, but he shook his head once more.

"Okay, you're just scared of me," I remarked, and I watched him raise an eyebrow again.

That line worked on almost every man. They hated being challenged.

"Don't do that," he warned.

"What? I'm not doing anything. I'm just saying you're scared of me," I replied, shrugging my shoulders.

"Well, it's the kind of thing that's not very... you know," he mumbled, trailing off.

"Well, you have my permission. Say it."

I didn't know why I kept insisting.

He was a handsome man.

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