Mated To My Obsessive Stepbrother novel Chapter 202

Chapter 202

KASMINE.

Jaden had begun our “date” with questions and answers. No one told me I was coming for

an exam.

“So, tell me, Kasmine…” He leaned back against his chair, swirling the wine in his glass like he was some aristocrat about to interrogate the help. “You’re what now? Twenty-

two?”

I blinked, fork freezing midway to my mouth. “I’ll be Twenty–one in two weeks.”

He smirked. “Ah, still a baby.”

My jaw tightened. “I wouldn’t call myself that.”

He let out a short, amused breath. “Of course, you wouldn’t. You probably think you’re all

grown up, don’t you?”

I resisted the urge to roll my eyes.

‘It’s just dinner. Get through it and go home.‘

Was he always this arrogant, or was he was just excelling at it tonight?

I adjusted the napkin on my låp, keeping my expression neutral as I took a sip of water. This was our first meeting, and within ten minutes, I already wanted to leave.

I stared at him, debating the best way to answer. With words? Or by throwing my drink in

his face?

Instead, I forced a smile. “I’d like to think so.”

“Right,” he drawled. “I suppose as a grown–up, you’re busy with… what? Shopping? Gossiping? Maybe some charity work when you feel generous?”

Wow.

I let out a slow breath, forcing my fingers to relax around my fork. “I’m studying Computer Science and Technology.”

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Jaden chuckled. “Cute.”

Cute?

I blinked at him. “You don’t think women can handle such?”

He shrugged like the answer was obvious. Some can. But let’s be honest, Kasmine, you’re never going to struggle. Your family has money, connections, almost everything. He set his fork aside before continuing. My family, which you’ll be a part of soon, is also one of the most influential in the country. Whether you succeed or fail, you’ll always be comfortable. That’s not ambition. That’s just…” He smirked. “A hobby.”

That’s it. I’m done..

I set my napkin down carefully, pushing my chair back. “Well, it’s been a pleasure. Jaden.

Truly. But I think I’ve had enough.”

He frowned like the idea of someone choosing to leave his presence was inconceivable.

“Sit down.”

And then his hand shot out, gripping my wrist.

I stared at him, disgust curling in my stomach.