Mated To My Obsessive Stepbrother

Chapter 298

The oil popped a few times, and I jumped back, laughing nervously. My fingers smelled like tomatoes, and I had a smear of egg yolk on my Chapter 298

sleeve, but I didn't care.

I went back to the eggs and added pepper because the boy in the video did. I tried to hum a song, but my throat felt tight, like something was stuck there.

Soon, the scent of toasted bread joined the eggs.

It took me almost three hours. My back hurt a little, and had egg bits stuck to the bottom of the pan because I forgot to lower the heat halfway through. Still, it smelled okay. Like something you could actually eat without frowning.

At least I didn't really burn anything.

The table was already set. The plates lined up neatly, and napkins were folded into triangles like Caroline did. I even lit one of the tiny candles from the drawer, the ones they used when guests came over. It made the dining look warmer.

I checked the time.

Almost six.

They should be home by now.

I wiped my hands on the dish towel and peeked out the window with my heart thudding, but they were not here yet.

I rushed upstairs and peeled off my school uniform, the collar stained with tomato and egg yolk. The bathroom mirror fogged up quickly, and I didn't wait for the water to get fully warm. I just scrubbed myself clean and tried not to slip when I ran back out with a towel barely holding around my waist.

I picked out my good shirt. The one with the small buttons that took forever to do up. Caroline used to help with those, but I managed tonight. I wanted to look neat when they walked in and saw the table. I wanted to look like someone worth being proud of.

Downstairs, I wiped the table again, even though it was already clean. I set the plates one more time-white ones for them, the blue-rimmed one for me. Fork on the left. Napkin on the right. I lit the candle again because it went out earlier when I opened the dining window.

of

"I wanna do this myself.

didn't argue. They knew

at the

And waited.

And waited...

getting cold when the clock

dinner too early? Would they be

This was the perfect time we used to have dinner together when I was

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the time again,

poor heart began to break

they were stuck

I was slowly dozing.

on a piece of toast, but it

laid my head down on the

quiet, and the candle was almost melted all

Then the door opened.

sat up fast. My legs were

I looked around to see if Mum was behind him, but

I looked at the clock

I slept

thought you