Claimed And Marked By Her Stepbrother Mates-Chapter 563-Night After Heartbreak

Helanie:

"Sorry, sorry," I quickly lifted my head, letting the kiss last only a few seconds. And that too because I was too shocked and drunk to move quickly.

"It’s okay," Penn smiled under me.

"Help me up, I want to go to my room," I rolled over and lay on my back, staring at the ceiling. He got up first and then I raised my hand for support. He grabbed my hand and pulled me up, putting me on his back and taking the stairs.

"You men are so cheesy," I commented, feeling so sleepy yet excited to do something mischievous. Not sexual, just mischievous.

"What did I do?" he asked. There was playfulness in his voice. And I knew why.

"You’re taking the stairs to impress me. You’re even happy because we kissed. Don’t take it as a kiss, it was just two mouths falling together," I continued, not understanding why I was talking so much. Some things I was saying didn’t even make sense to me.

"You’re right about that. I am very happy," he didn’t deny it, which made me bump my chin against the back of his head, only playfully.

"But I’m so sad tonight," I groaned, kicking my feet.

"Umm, well, I can tell. You’re kicking me pretty hard," it was only when he pointed it out that I stopped and bit my tongue.

"I’m sorry, I forgot I was on your back. No wonder I was confused about how I was moving without using my legs," I frowned.

"There, there," he took me to my dorm room and carefully put me down on my bed. fгeewebnovёl.com

"Now tell me, what made you upset when it should’ve been your happiest night?" Penn asked, taking off my shoes and helping me get comfortable in bed.

"My stupid husband broke my heart," I started tearing up, my lips curling downward as I lost control of my emotions.

"What do you mean?" Somehow, he looked way too serious.

"I—I thought he would care. I thought he might have some feelings for me. But I was so wrong. He’s heartless even when he has four heartbeats," I sniffled, not having control over my words.

I had never been wasted before, so it was such a weird feeling.

"He has four heartbeats? What do you mean by that?" he asked, and I shrugged.

"I don’t know. I just know none of it is for me," I covered my face with my hands and began to sob.

"Helanie, do you have feelings for Professor Norman?" he snapped me out of my crying session and I zoned out.

What did he ask me?

"Why else do you think I’m crying?" I pouted, "I hate that I have feelings for him. Every time I see him—I feel like telling everyone, ’Look, that’s my husband.’ I want him to show me the same affection and give me the same attention. But he loves Jessica—" I started crying even louder until my ears went silent.

"Have you ever loved someone so much, but they loved someone else?" I asked, lying down in the bed. My tears went straight into my ears this time.

"I did. Actually, I’ve been in love for so long that I don’t even know if I can ever love anyone else," Penn continued, but I had begun to doze off.

I didn’t sleep completely because I kept waking up and throwing up. Near sunrise, I woke up to throw up again, and this time, I felt like my head would burst open.

"Ugh," I complained, getting out of the bathroom.

I was no longer drunk, but I had no freaking memory of what exactly went down last night. All I remembered was that Norman broke my heart, and then I drank a lot.

Of course, I knew Penn must have brought me to my room since he was sleeping in Lamar’s bed.

I took a shower and sat on my bed, my phone in my hand. Norman had deleted the conversation earlier, so there was nothing I could read. I wasn’t obsessed or crazy—I just wanted to re-read the texts to see if there had been some signs.

"What signs?" Cora questioned.

"That I was taking it too far and he was getting annoyed with me. Now that I think about it, he did seem pretty offended whenever I playfully teased him. Ugh! It brings me so much pain to think I ignored all the warnings," I kicked the pillow off the bed before reaching for it and picking it up again.

As I did so, my body weight somehow made my phone act up. After pulling the pillow back up, I looked at my phone and gasped at the ongoing call.

I had pocket-dialed Norman’s number.

Before I could hang up, I saw the call being picked up.

’It’s okay, we’ll just say it was a mistake,’ I muttered under my breath, sticking the phone to my ear and opening my mouth—only to stop when I heard a feminine voice on the other side.

"Hello?"

It was a sleepy voice. And it was none other than Jessica.

I pulled the phone away just to double-check if I had dialed the wrong number—but no. It was Norman’s ID on the screen.

Why was Jessica picking up his phone?

"Umm, hello. I was calling Norman to ask if there will be any classes. We students had such a tiring night, so they wanted to know," I quickly came up with an excuse, since hanging up would have made me look suspicious.

"Oh, umm, he’s sleeping right now. Should I wake him up?" she asked, and my heart sank in my chest.

He was sleeping in bed with her?

So after he broke my heart, he went to be with her?

Did I seriously make him horny for her last night?

"Oh, okay. How are you?" Holding back tears, I asked her.

"I would’ve been worse. But thanks to Norman, him arriving changed a lot for me." She sounded genuinely at peace. And I hated that I wasn’t.

She had done so much for me. And look at me—having tears in my eyes because she possibly slept with Norman last night.