In Love With My Evil Stepbrother

Chapter 14

Chapter Fourteen Alex’s eyes widen immediately at that. His mind must be spinning with confusion right now. I felt queasy, partially because of Alex’s hesitated reaction, but also Eason’s deathly glare at us. I can see from the corner of my eyes that Eason’s hands are clenched into a tight fist, as if the next second he’s going to throw a punch at Alex. Why he hates Alex so much is beyond me, and I try not to be so self-conscious to think that this is all about me, but it’s always nice to see him get pissed off.

But if Alex turns me off right on the spot, it’s going to be a huge price for me to pay.

I hold my breath, while waiting for Alex’s response. “This is ridiculous,” Eason’s tone is cold and jeering, “Why do you think he’d be willing to go with you?”

I sniff. “I’m not asking you, aren’t I?”

“Just saying the obvious. You can’t just grab someone randomly from the street and ask him to

But his sarcastic comment is interrupted by a simple word from Alex.

“Yes.”

My heart race dramatically increases, as I look at him unbelievably.

Did he just say “yes”? As if to reconfirm what he just said, Alex reveals a gentle smile to me and repeats himself,“ yes, I would love to come to the ball with you. I’m so glad that you asked me.”

A surge of gratitude and warmth passes through me, as I can’t help but smiling back to him. He must have sensed the awkward situation that I’m in. I feel bad for using him like this. I’ll thank him later.

Eason’s jaw tenses, seems like he’s trying hard to suppress the anger. “Charming,” he says through gritted teeth. “Guess I’ll see you guys at the ball.” He turns his hells and leaves us, with Valerie following him closely. She intentionally knocks on my shoulder and mutters a “loser” with a voice so loud that everyone can hear. What a baby. Seeing the drama has come to an end, the crowd finally scatters. I finally get the chance to turn to Alex, as it happens, he’s also looking at me. We lock eyes with each other, then burst into laughter at the same time. “Well. May I get a chance to drive my dance partner home? If she’s fine with it?”

I giggle, “I think she just said yes.”

As we start heading towards the student lot, I take the chance to apologize to him. “Sorry about earlier…that I cornered you that way.”

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“Not at all,” he assures me. “I’m happy to do it. I was planning to do some training on the ball night, but it might be nice to take a day off. You know, to shake off some stress.” Alex drives a fairly new Volvo, which got completely buried away by the flock of fancy cars in the parking lot. But I’m somehow relieved that he’s not a member of the rich-brat club.

so much in common. We both spent some time down south, fell in love

over in front of the town house. He hits on the brake and smiles

school? You don’t need to pick me up.” “Hey I’m happy to do it. It’s not like you forced me into anything.” I begin another round of stammering thanks, and clumsily climb out of his car. He waits till I get inside the house and wave him goodbye through

my lips, but eventually fails at it.” He’s taking me

at the news, but her chuckles stop short, as clear disappointment flits across her face. “Alex? I thought Eason was taking

is absurd. “What made you think that?”

you shopping, I also expressed my concerns…since–you

at school, so I was afraid that

what?” I am appalled. “Mom. Please. Please tell me you didn’t beg him to

to twist her slim fingers together nervously. “Well, technically, I didn’t beg him. Because

stoutly. “I appreciate your effort. But I’d rather go to this ball alone, than having Eason take

sucks in a shaky breath and mutters a “fine”, obviously shocked by my sudden increase of volume. I turn my

wrapped box laying on my bed. It’s a delivery from that designer brand store

it. The moment I open that box, so many

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unleashed. These memories all involve the same person, who occupies my thought

a spasm of pain mixed with sorrow, like someone has cut open my chest, grasped my heart, and squeezed it. Now I’m forced

I’ve decided to give these back to

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in the middle of a class, chattering and whispers about the ball business still won’t fade into the background, no matter how hard teachers

keep my head down and avoid any confrontation at all ends, school life isn’t so bad at all. I quietly pray for this situation to last, even after the

a few hours earlier to get ready. And despite my vehement protest, mom has invited a stylist to our home to do my makeup and hair. For the following two hours after school, I’m forced to sit on

as a salvation to me. “All finished. You

My usually messy hairs are combed nicely now, cascading smoothly past my shoulder. He didn’t apply too much makeup to my face, but he made a special effort to highlight my almond-round eyes and thick eyelashes. My lips are wearing a peach-pink lip gross, which made them even

bias has blinded her. I sign and remind

dressed. We are running short on

stylist exist the room, leaving me some privacy to get changed. When I’m alone, I finally open the box and takes out the gown for the first

then carefully hides the label under the cloth. I have decided to give back this dress and the necklace to Eason after the ball. If he

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