Fated To Three, And I Broke Them All novel Chapter 52

Chapter 52: 52-He Carries Me In His Arms

Verity:

I waited in the car for a while before straightening my back when I saw Theodore return with a tray of food.

He must have ordered a whole entrée from a nearby café.

He was completely soaked, though, because he was so excited to have this moment with me that he did not even care about his branded suit.

That was how I knew I had him in my claws, but Theodore could be a different case.

I remembered how he had made me feel last time, and afterward, he had planned to do all that with me just to leave me in the end .

I could not afford to fall into his trap as well.

He might be planning something nasty for me, maybe to fully take me and then discard me.

That was why I had made notes. I was not going to let him have me completely, only here and there, enough to keep him hanging until I was fully certain he was madly in love with me.

For now, the minute he got in, he smiled and started arranging the tray in the backseat for me.

"This is a lot of food," I laughed.

Then my eyes landed on the macaroons. I had asked him for macarons.

And macaroons had coconut in them.

"These are macarons?" I asked in a tone that would confuse him.

He nodded to my question.

"Well, they look different."

While he was opening the other food containers for me, I quickly grabbed a macaron.

I knew I was taking a huge risk with my health.

I had to stop him from going to Gigi’s place.

He took out a plastic plate and held it steady while filling it for me as I took a bite of the macaron.

"Oh, by the way, where did I drop my phone?" he asked, suddenly checking his pocket.

I started to cough.

His attention snapped back to me.

"You okay? Do you want water?" he asked, completely forgetting about his phone again.

I tried to respond, but I coughed once more.

"Verity, take some water."

He quickly got onto his knees on the seat.

He had to hunch down because he was so tall that the car roof seemed too low for him.

He poured a glass of water and held it out to me.

I took a sip before he settled back into his seat while I stared at the macaroon in my hand.

"What is in this?" I asked.

I could feel my throat closing.

"It’s coconut."

As soon as he said that, I looked up at him, and I could tell he mirrored the horror on my face.

"What happened?" he asked with the same alarm I was feeling.

"I asked for macarons," I mumbled.

"Yeah, but they’re the same thing, aren’t they?" he replied.

Not realizing the only difference was in the name, he kept staring at me.

"This has—" I coughed again, clutching my neck.

Every time I did, I watched more horror cross his face.

"It has coconut, and I’m allergic to coconut."

That was all I managed to say before panic struck him.

The minute I said those words, all the color drained from Theodore’s face.

"What?" he snapped, already scrambling to do something for me.

I coughed and nodded, my throat feeling tighter with every passing second.

"Theodore—" I could barely say his name.

"Oh, fuck," he grunted, staring at the food tray in front of me for a second.

For a moment, I could tell he was trying to figure out what to do.

Then he threw the door open and flung the entire tray outside.

Containers scattered across the wet pavement under the heavy rain.

"Don’t close your eyes, Verity. Look at me."

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