Tasting All My Mates by Alexis Dee novel Chapter 468

468-The Dead Brother.

Years Ago:

Author's POV:

’Are you cozy in here?' Marko walked into his house and asked Emelia, who had rented the house a few days ago.

’Oh yes. It is actually a delightful place,' Emelia forced a smile across her lips and told Marko.

’Actually, it’s a bit far from the population. That's why Ruby-," he paused, 'My sweet mate decided she will send you food until you get comfortable enough to get groceries,1' he added. Ruby and Marko were extremely generous. They didn't mind if Emelia was going to pay them after two months. Even when the two needed money badly, they understood and wanted to sympathize with Emelia.

’That's very kind of you two, but I would appreciate you calling first before coming here." Emelia put the food down and told Marko, who understood that his arrival had made her uncomfortable.

'Oh, of course. I am sorry for coming without informing you first." He found it odd, but then again, he wished to respect her privacy, so he agreed with her.

The way Emelia stood in her spot with her head tilted was a sign for Marko to leave.

’Okay then, let me know if you encounter any problems,’ he stated awkwardly before rushing out of his own house. He was shocked at how unwelcoming Emelia was. Once he had run into his car, he sighed and called his mate.

’She is weird," he told Ruby before starting the engine and leaving. After Emelia was certain he had left, she ran outside to check on her daughter. Christina was still hiding behind the tree and waiting for her mom to call for her.

’You can come outside now," Emelia said, calling for Christina, who did just that. Christina walked out from behind the tree and watched her mother's face for a minute before dashing into her arms.

Emelia instantly wrapped her arms around her and closed her eyes to feel her daughter. It saddened her because she had craved to hold her daughter in her arms. Even when she lost custody of her kids when they were only babies, she imagined holding them every night.

’Come inside. It is not safe for you to be seen with me here." Emelia held Christina's hand and made her walk into the tiny house she had rented.

*You have been staying here all this time," Christina asked her mother, looking around at the broken walls and old furniture.

’No! I rented it a few days ago," Emelia sighed, but offered a seat to her daughter.

'Where have you been all these years?" Christina asked her mother.