The Stranger Behind My Orgasm novel Chapter 269

Chapter 269: HER MATERNAL STREAK

Abigail

"Hi, sweetheart," I called, glancing up at her. She stepped away from the door and retreated back into the room but left the door open.

I pushed the door open gently. Angel sat on the edge of her bed, her knees drawn up to her chest. Her eyes were red and glistening with unshed tears. She had clearly been crying for a while.

The room was another story entirely. Angel had always been neat, almost obsessively so, like her dad.

Her books were usually lined up perfectly on the shelf by genre and color, but tonight several books were scattered across the floor.

There was a worn notebook with doodles of spaceships and dragons on the cover, and a half-finished sketchbook open to a drawing of a girl with wings flying away from a castle.

Her suitcase was open, with clothes spilling out of it. Was she trying to pack? It looked like she had torn the room apart.

There was a small stuffed bear that she clutched against her legs. Something was very wrong. Demanding what was wrong wasn’t going to get me anywhere.

I had been fourteen once. I knew how irritating it was to be pressed to open up.

So I walked into the room, my feet brushing over the floor as I started picking up the books, placing them back on the shelf.

Angel glanced up at me, her voice small. "There’s no need. I’ll pack it up later."

"It’s fine," I said softly, continuing to tidy the room. "We can clean it up together. Do you want the books arranged in ascending or descending order?"

Her green eyes flickered warily. She tightened her grip around the teddy bear before dropping it on the pillow and sliding out of bed.

We cleaned up the floor of the room, then I moved to her bed, gathering the clothes and folding them while watching her from the corner of my eye.

My forehead creased with a frown when I noticed her hands shake as she picked up a fallen pen from the floor.

I moved closer and wrapped my arms around her. She stiffened at first, then pushed me away gently.

"I’m fine," she muttered. "I’ll be fine. Let’s just finish cleaning."

"Okay,"

We continued cleaning up in silence for a little longer. As I folded the strewn clothes into the suitcase, I spotted a tiny blue blanket and held it up. The edges were frayed, and it looked really old.

"What’s this?"

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