h4Chapter 759: 759-The Missing Hours/h4

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    "What is going on with you? Why are you so annoyed with me?" Kesha had beenining ever since I got home. It had been such a tiring day, and instead of letting me rx, she started arguing with me the minute I stepped inside.

    "Can you just give me a few minutes to be myself and be at peace?" I said, trying to walk past her. But she was so irritating, and she wouldn’t take a hint.

    "After you tell me—why am I not allowed in your room?" she asked, repeating the same question she had already asked before.

    Three days ago, on her first night in the mansion as my mate, I had told her clearly that she wasn’t allowed in my room. I think it surprised her, even though I’d exined that I wanted to take things slow and that we’d be staying in separate rooms. She agreed to the terms, but she never followed through on her side of the deal. And that’s what annoyed me so much about her.

    "I told you already. I want to take it slow," I said, trying to get past her. I don’t know how, but she ended up sneaking into my room the first night. I don’t remember anything after that. I just remember waking up on the couch with my neck bent all the way back, and it was so painful. She was in the bed, and I know for a fact that we didn’t have sex. We never did. But we did make out, and she was the one who started it. I didn’t really take part. I just remember feelingpletely numb afterward.

    And then it happened again the other night. She looked way toofortable in the bed, and when I asked her how she got inside, she said I let her in. But I knew I didn’t.

    "How slow are we talking about? It’s been three days, Kaye," she said, cing her hands on her waist. "And we’ve been dating for almost two years now. How slow do you think we should take these things? Are we talking baby steps, or more like a turtle walk?" she grunted.

    I dismissed her with a wave of my hand. The only reason I had even epted her was because Emmet convinced me it was for the greater good. So I walked away.

    Once I reached the top floor, outside my room, I saw a maid returning from Hnie’s room with a tray full of juice, sses, and fruit.

    "She’s not hungry?" I asked the maid.

    "No, actually, I think it’s because this was sent by Lady Darcy," she replied. It was crazy how everyone already knew my mother and Hnie didn’t get along. Honestly, I med that on my mother. Hnie wasn’t the type to cause trouble. She was a calm and positive person. My mother, on the other hand, could argue with a wall—and win. I’ll give her that.

    "Why is my mother sending her fruit?" I asked.

    The maid just shrugged and walked away. That didn’t sit well with me.

    "We need to keep our eyes open," Ye said. "Now more than ever, Hnie needs protection."

    When I walked into my room, I stood there, confused and uneasy.

    "Why don’t I remember ever making out with Kesha? I just know we did," I asked Ye, cing my hands on my waist as I looked around the room.

    "Sadly, I don’t remember either," Ye said. Of course it was sketchy.

    "You know what," I said as I walked over to my closet and opened my safe. I had bought a few cameras days ago but forgot to ce them around the mansion. That was around the time we were talking about missing footage.

    Now, I was having second thoughts. I was nning to use the cameras for myself.

    So I started cing the cameras all around my bedroom, making sure they were well hidden. I didn’t want anyone, especially my mother or Kesha, to know there were cameras recording everything.

    After everything was settled, I left the room just for appearances. At the same time, I went downstairs to make something for Hnie to eat since she refused to eat anything my mother had influenced, and I respected that. I thought Hnie was very alert and smart, and that was the quality I liked most about her. No one should do something just to please others. If she felt like she couldn’t trust Darcy, I was d she returned the food.

    As soon as I got to the kitchen, I noticed someone following me. I knew who it was, so I didn’t even need to turn around to acknowledge her.

    "If you were hungry, you should have told me. There are so many maids, they would have made something for you," Kesha said, watching me take out a raw steak.

    I was preparing it for Hnie.

    "What are you making?" she asked, smiling.

    "I was thinking about making something high in protein for Hnie." As soon as I said that, her entire expression changed. She just stared at me with a nk look.

    "Did you just say that to me with a straight face? Do you not realize how angry it makes me when you say things like that? Why do you have to prepare food for Hnie?" She grimaced, making me wonder if the news of her being pregnant had even reached her ears yet.

    "And you do realize I get very angry when somebody tries to control me. You already knew she is also my mate before you agreed to let me mark you, so don’t act like you were caught off guard after it happened. You literally told me it was fine," I began to remind her, because she would flip-flop so often.

    "Oh, please, you don’t have to go into the details with me. I know what you told me, and I agreed to it, but that doesn’t mean I agreed to not being jealous. Besides, when have you ever cooked for me, huh? It’s not like she’s so special. She just acts special by being spoiled, and you all spoil her even more. Keep doing that. Once all this arrogance gets to her head, then I’ll ask how you feel when you can’t control her," she yapped in one breath, not even letting me speak, even though I had something to tell her.

    "Control her? Why would I want to control her? She’s her own person. She can make her own decisions. There’s no need for me to control her. You get it? Now please leave me alone," I said, quickly walking to the other side of the kitchen to grab some ingredients.