Fated To Three, And I Broke Them All novel Chapter 382

Chapter 382: 382-Disgusting And A Misogynist

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I grabbed the mop and returned to the bedroom doorway, staring at him without saying anything.

"Which one of them took it?" he asked, the corner of his mouth curling into a taunting smile.

I bit my bottom lip.

I didn’t want to tell him anything about the Fox King.

"Which one do you think?" I asked instead, folding my arms across my chest.

"Has to be Theodore."

The moment he said it, I nodded.

"You’re never wrong."

Oswin chuckled to himself and shook his head.

"Remember, once this revenge is over, you’re going to cleanse yourself properly." He paused. "Anyway, we also need to do something about us. So hopefully this revenge thing will be finished soon."

He slipped the words into the conversation so casually that, for a second, I wasn’t sure I’d heard him correctly.

What the fuck was he thinking about? 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦

He moved from the bedroom to the living room just so he could sit there and watch me clean.

There were strange, unsettling things he did.

Sometimes, he would deliberately spill food and then tell me to clean it while he sat there watching.

That man was weird.

The sad part was that after my brother was gone, I started seeing a lot of people for who they really were.

A woman was never truly safe, no matter how bold, confident, or independent she was.

As long as she had a body, there would always be monsters who wanted to prey on it.

Sadly, that seemed to be the case with me.

I was well aware of Oswin’s intentions.

He wanted to maintain the facade of being a decent man who believed in doing the right thing, someone who supposedly didn’t want me showing my body around.

Yet at the same time, he found other ways to satisfy his twisted desires by behaving strangely around me.

Once I finished cleaning, I decided I would leave as quickly as possible.

Of course, it wasn’t going to be that easy.

I had barely started putting the cleaning supplies away when Oswin suddenly got up and hurried toward me.

"You didn’t respond to me," he said, standing so close that I felt trapped between him and the storeroom door.

"I don’t think you asked me a question," I mumbled, trying to keep myself composed.

It wasn’t like we were truly in this mission together.

Yes, Oswin had played a huge part in it. He had helped me a lot, but I had never been completely honest with him. There were plenty of things I kept from him.

He could pretend that he cared about my brother, but that was the problem.

He cared about him.

Not about his sister.

Oswin acted as though taking care of me was some kind of duty because anything precious to my brother was supposed to be precious to him too.

But deep down, even he knew my brother would never have allowed him to speak to me the way he did.

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