Chapter 18-My Mate Is Different Than His Brothers
Helanie:
"Oh Goddess! Why won’t you take a hint?" Norman tilted his head, his expression oozing casual arrogance as he demanded an answer.
"The notice says everyone is welcome," I replied, standing straight with my hands clasped under my abdomen. I refused to let his harsh glare intimidate me.
He swayed slightly in his chair, but his eyes remained fixed on me. His large frame seemed too imposing for the seat.
His black coat was off, and his muscles strained against the light blue shirt he wore.
"No! I already told you, you’re not allowed," he stubbornly responded, still rocking in his chair, looking annoyingly handsome.
If only he kept his mouth shut, he’d be the most attractive man I’d ever laid eyes on—just like his brothers, though somehow they all seemed worse than each other.
"But the notice says—," I began, uncrossing my hands to point at the paper, but before I could finish, he straightened up in the chair and snatched it from my finger, tearing it apart.
"Where? Where does it say that?" he mocked, tossing the torn paper to the floor before leaning back again. I stared at him in disbelief.
How could he do that?
"If you have nothing else to say, you can leave," he said dismissively, wrinkling his nose and giving a slight shrug of his massive shoulders.