Ruined By My Brother's Best Friend (by Silverwriter) novel Chapter 125

I didn’t have to wonder for long because the back door opened, and he stepped out, flashing me his signature smile. “Ignore Theo. He’s not in the best of moods,” Henry said.

I waved a dismissive hand. “That’s easy.”

My words didn’t betray my nerves, and I hoped it stayed that way. I couldn’t help but wonder what they were doing here, or worse, how they’d found me in the first place.

The question kept gnawing at me, so I asked it. “How did you find me?”

The corner of Henry’s lips lifted. “You told me you worked here.”

I didn’t.

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Ruined By My Brother’s Best Friend

My heart skipped a beat, and alarm shot through me.

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wasn’t drunk that night, and I definitely wasn’t the next morning, so I trusted my memory completely. At no point had I shared any personal details with him except my name, the shortened version, and Archie’s address.

What concerned me even more was that he was lying about it.

My thoughts must have shown on my face because he shrugged. “You probably forgot.”

“I’m sure I didn’t,” I said, refusing to let it go. “So… how did you find me?”

He held my gaze for a tense beat before leaning against the car and crossing his ankles.

“Okay, I looked you up.”

My eyes narrowed, and I instinctively took a step back. His eyes tracked the movement. “How could you look me up? You don’t even know my full name.”

“Arabella Whitmore?” he said, flashing me another smile. “When I said I looked you up, I didn’t mean social media.”

My stomach sank, and my legs suddenly felt numb.

I had no idea what was going on, but whatever it was, I wasn’t going to stick around long enough to find out.