Bound to my Enemy novel Chapter 164

Chapter 164: Chapter 164.

I’m still staring at her when my body finally decides to move. Rhe chair legs scrape loudly against the floor as I push back from the table and stand. Seein that I recognize her maybe? Margaret leaves her there and heads back to the kitchen.

My heart is beating faster now for some reason, not like I’m scared though jusy.... confused kind. The kind where something doesn’t add up and your brain keeps trying to piece together a puzzle tat doesn’t even mak sense.

"Claire...?"

She doesn’t answer, she just..... just stands there watcheing me, still standing near the doorway where Margaret left her with that same small smile on her lips.

I walk toward her slowly trying to read her face.

"What’s going on?" I ask.

My arms cross over my chest without me even realizing it.

"Why are you at my house so early in the morning?. Did something happen?"

Still nothing.

Claire tilts her head slightly like she’s studying me, like she’s trying to figure something out about me that she didn’t know before.

Behind her, I hear Margaret moving around in the kitchen.

Margaret steps halfway out of the kitchen doorway and looks at Claire.

"Sit, I’ll bring you something to eat," she says casually... so casually, like Claire has been here before and like this is normal.

My head snaps toward Margaret.

"You know her?"

Margaret doesn’t even look surprised by the question.

She gives Claire a small nod instead.

"I’ll bring it," she repeats.

Then she disappears back into the kitchen before I can ask anything else.

I just stand there for a secon, looking from the kitchen doorway... and back to Claire.

"What the hell is going on?" I mutter under my breath.

Claire finally moves, not toward the door or towards toward me. She walks deeper into the dining room like she belongs here.

My house suddenly feels unfamiliar.... Lkke I’m the visitor.

She reaches the dining table, then pulls out a chair and not just any chair.

Zane’s chair.

The one directly across from where I had been sitting..... and the one he always takes every meal... breakfast and dinner that he’s here.

Without thinking, the words are already coming out of my mouth .

"Claire..."

She sits comfortably into the chair leanin back slightly. Her fingers rest loosely on the table like she’s sat there a hundred times before.

And something about that makes heat rush up my neck.

I take a step forward.

"Get up."

She doesn’t move which makes My jaw tightens

"That’s..."

"Zane’s chair?." Claire finishes calmly for me.

My mouth opens and closes.....

She lifts one eyebrow slightly.

"Yeah," she says.

"I know."

The room goes completely still, for a moment I honestly think I misheard her.

"You... what?"

Claire taps one finger lightly on the table surface likw she has all the time in the world.

"I know that’s where he sits," she says.

My stomach twists.

"How do you know that?"

The question comes out faster than I mean it to.

My eyes narrow at her... Claire doesn’t look uncomfortable, she doesn’t look nervous.

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