While My Husband Cheated I Married His Powerful Brother novel Chapter 108

Chapter 108: Chapter 108 It’s a Secret

The bedroom was quiet.

Veyra stood by the bed, her arms still crossed, her damp hair clinging to her temples. She was looking at him with that expression, the one that said she was still processing everything.

Dorian watched her. His eyes narrowed slightly.

"You thought Wesley had feelings for me," he said slowly.

Veyra’s cheeks flushed. "I said it was a possibility."

"A possibility."

"Yes."

"You thought he was trying to make you jealous. Because he was in love with me."

Veyra’s flush deepened. "I didn’t say he was in love with you. I said he might have a crush."

Dorian stared at her.

"Because," Veyra continued, her voice getting faster, "he was too interested in my relationship with Xavier. He followed us. He took a photograph. He sent it to you. That’s not normal behavior."

"Wesley is not normal."

"Exactly. And that’s why I thought—"

"You thought he was trying to sabotage your relationship with me because he wanted me for himself."

Veyra opened her mouth, closed it and opened it once again.

"I didn’t say it that way."

"You implied it."

Veyra looked away. Her ears were red.

Dorian’s mouth twitched. He suppressed it.

"You have an active imagination," he said.

"That’s not what this is."

"Then what is it?"

She turned back to face him. Her expression was defiant. "I’m just saying that his behavior was suspicious."

Dorian stepped closer. His voice was quiet.

"Let me make this clear. Wesley Wynn is not interested in me. He has never been interested in me. He likes women."

Veyra blinked. "And you?"

"I also like women."

"So you’re both..."

"Yes."

She stared at him. Her face was a mixture of relief and embarrassment.

"Oh," she said.

" ’Oh.’"

She looked at the floor. She was clearly replaying the conversation in her head. Her face went redder. Her ears went redder.

Dorian tilted his head.

"You were imagining something inappropriate between me and Wesley, weren’t you?"

"No."

"You were."

"I was not."

"Your face is the color of a tomato."

Veyra touched her cheeks. She pulled her hands away quickly.

"Because it’s warm in here. That’s all."

"It’s not warm in here."

"It’s warm to me."

Dorian studied her. Her eyes were darting. Her hands were fidgeting. She was clearly lying.

"You look innocent," he said slowly. "But secretly, you’re a fujoshi."

Veyra’s mouth fell open. "I am not."

"You are."

"Absolutely not."

"You were imagining Wesley and me in—"

"Stop!"

Her voice rose. She grabbed a pillow from the bed and threw it at him.

Dorian caught it. One-handed. His reflexes were too fast.

"Very defensive," he said.

"I’m not defensive."

"For someone who isn’t a fujoshi, you sure are acting like one."

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