A Love Forgotten (Arianna and Elijah) novel Chapter 233

Chapter 233 

My eyes widened as I mustered all my strength to push him away 

He paused just an inch from my face, smicked, and swallowed the water. “Did you really think I’d feed you mouth–in–mouth? Dream on.” 

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Noticing my weakened state, Norman finally held the cup to my lips and helped me drink a few sips. The warm water settled into my empty stomach, bringing a small bit of relief. 

I leaned back against his chest, exhausted, and mumbled, “Where’s Jonathan?” 

He raised an eyebrow, “Why don’t you ask where my brother is? Isn’t he supposed to be the one by your side?** 

Frolled my eyes at him. “He had something else to attend to. He couldn’t make it with mo today,” 

Norman let out a sarcastic grin, “Well, don’t worry, I called them both.” 

Panic surged through me. “Why would you call Logan?” 

Norman shrugged, “You’re a mess. I thought someone ought to know. 

I wanted to insist I was fine, but the diness was still overwhelming All I could do was continue leaning on him for support. 

The villa was quiet, with a faint scent of fresh paint in the air, I closed my eyes, sinking into the silence as Norman quietly acted as my human cushion, 

After a moment, he asked, “What did you even see in BaliTM 

Too drained to argue, I murmured. “I don’t know.” 

He snorted, “You probably fell for his looks. Elijah is all show, no substance. Only a tool would fall for his act. 50 lion dollars? You went big ” 

1 silently endured his sarcasm. 

Then, he leaned closer, “So, how far along are you and my brother?” 

1 shot him a glare, “Can you shut up? You’re annoying” 

He chuckled, his chest vibrating against me. My cheeks flushed, and I tried to move away from the solid wall of his chest, but I didn’t have the strength to. 

Noticing my action, he smirked, catching the blush on my ears. He leaned in close, his breath warm on my skin. 

“If you and my brother haven’t reached the stage, you could try me. I’m not exactly lacking, you know…” 

I glared at him with all the strength i had left. Any gratitude I’d felt toward him for rescuing vanished, replaced by an urge to smack him 

Norman, clearly amused, lifted my chin with a long finger, his face just inches from mine, his gaze wicked. “What do you say? Are you keen to give it a shot? 

I gritted my teeth, stumbling over my words, “Mr. Norman, stop acting crazy.” 

I tried to slap him, but he caught my hand and pinned me against the sofa. My breath caught in my throat, all my planned retoets slipping away. 

For a moment, we just stared at each other–my flushed face reflected in his gaze, his bold, mischievous expression mirrored in mine. 

The air seemed to hang still for a second or two. Then, I realized how close we were way too close. 1 bit my lip in ambermen 

Norman’s expression shifted. He gently red my chin with a fingertip. “Don’t bite…” 

My panic surged, and I bit down on his finger instead. I bit as hard as I could, or at least, I thought I did ut edging by his expression, it felt more like a kitten’s nibble to him. His eyes darkened, a strange, dangerous glint appearing 

I quickly released him, stammering, “Let.. let go of me… 

His voice dropped, raspy and cough, “What if I don’t?” 

I tensed, “You’re seriously nuts. 

Norman suddenly laughed, his gaze dilting to my now red and slightly swollen lips. His voice was a low murmur. “Yeah Maybe I am a little crazy. And not just a little. 

He leaned down, his nose brushing against my neck as he inhaled softly. “You smell good…” 

Desperate, I steeled myself and ammed my head into his nose. 

He pulled back, holding his nose in shock, staring at me with wide eyes. I glared back at him, countless insults on the tip of my tongue. 

just then, a car screeched to a halt outside. Neman snapped out of it, glancing toward the sound. 

“Looks like they’re here.” He reached down, pinching my cheekhard before letting go. “I guess I’ll let you off for now.”