Fated To Three, And I Broke Them All novel Chapter 49

Chapter 49: 49-His Hand Slipped Into My Bra

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My hands rested against Theodore’s chest while he held me close, one hand beneath my elbow, squeezing gently in reassurance.

"Did you see his face?" he asked.

There was a rough edge to his voice, as though every word I spoke fueled his anger.

"No," I muttered, slowly pulling my head back enough to look into his eyes.

"You know I’ll fucking destroy him, right?" he said, his jaw tightening.

That was when I noticed his eyes darkening.

The green was barely visible anymore.

His pupils were expanding too.

"But he took the chain," I said, pointing toward my neckline.

The scratches on my skin were still visible.

The sight seemed to make him even angrier.

The muscles in his jaw flexed, and the veins in his neck stood out.

Then I winced.

"What is it?" he asked.

His eyes immediately softened, returning to their usual color as concern replaced his anger.

"The stone—it fell inside."

I paused, biting my lower lip.

"Inside my bra, and it’s—it’s itching."

I spoke so softly that the words were nearly lost beneath the rain.

He looked down before meeting my eyes again.

"It’s okay. Let’s get you home and change."

The next thing I knew, he had slipped his arms beneath me and lifted me into his embrace without another question.

He carried me to the car and carefully set me down inside, not seeming to care that my soaked clothes were getting his seats wet.

Then he went back for my bag.

He had gathered everything he could find and stuffed it back inside, though it was all mixed up now.

He even retrieved my phone from the sidewalk.

After placing everything in the car, he climbed into the backseat beside me.

I shifted uncomfortably and rubbed at the area near my bra strap with my thumb, trying to ease the irritating sensation around my chest.

"Are you okay? Do you want me to get you some water or something?" Theodore asked, his attention entirely focused on my well-being.

I shook my head.

"No, it’s just—" I turned toward him in my seat, scratching absentmindedly at my bra. "It’s really bothering me," I uttered, pouting.

He went silent for a moment before shaking his head.

"Um, where’s your home? I’ll drop you off, and then you can check it yourself," he said.

However, just as the weather forecast had predicted, the hailstorm started.

The driver immediately pulled into a nearby parking lot and backed the car into an empty spot.

"Um, I don’t think I have that much time," I complained.

Theodore swallowed before giving it some thought.

"Please give us a moment."

The driver opened the door and stepped out.

Thankfully, there was a covered area nearby, so he wouldn’t be standing in the storm.

There was some construction work going on in the distance, and the driver headed in that direction, probably to talk with the workers while he waited.

Now it was just Theodore and me in the car.

I could tell his emotions were running wild.

His eyes kept drifting down to my bra.

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