Accidentally Pregnant By My Alpha Best friends (Madeline) novel Chapter 797

Madeline:

“I cannot believe this, Baxter.” I grunted, slapping my forehead before pacing anxiously around the room.

“Why are you getting angry at me? It’s not like I did any of this on purpose. I lost my memories when I woke up,” he explained.

He told me that when he woke up, he couldn’t remember anything, and whatever information he had came from Elara.

“You could have told me, Baxter. You could have fucking told me,” I repeated, frustration tightening my voice.

I didn’t know why, but it all made sense now. Why he had been so distant.

But what upset me was the thought that all this time, whenever he had sex with me, he was just doing it for fun.

If he had no memories, then he definitely didn’t remember anything about me.

So how could he be so lovey-dovey with me?

“Listen, you need to calm down. I can tell you exactly what I’m feeling,” he insisted, trying to come closer.

Then I noticed him stop. It wasn’t because I had stopped him.

He immediately stepped back on his own.

“What is going on?” I demanded, watching his eyes narrow as realization crossed his face.

“Nothing,” he replied.

“Is there anything else you’re feeling that I’m unaware of?” I questioned, hoping that at least now he would be honest with me.

But just like before, he didn’t answer. He remained silent.

“Baxter, I’m asking you something,” I pressed, my jaw clenching.

“It’s just— the mixture of things,” he muttered, running a hand through his hair.

He was only wearing shorts, and I was only wearing a bra and panties.

We wandered around the room, and honestly, my body heated up whenever he got a little too close to me.

That was why we kept a safe distance.

We needed to make our point and argue our sides.

More importantly, we needed to explain our feelings instead of getting heated and having sex again.

Then silence fell between us as I kept staring at his face.

“Fine, then. I know how to get the information out of you,” I declared, nodding my head slightly.

He caught the small movement, his brow furrowing as he tried to understand what I was about to say.

“I’m not going to take wolfbane in the morning.”

The minute I said it, he grunted and slapped his forehead, his other hand resting on his waist.

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