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Mated To My Obsessive Stepbrother
Chapter 218
KASMINE.
Steam curled in the air as I stepped out of the shower, my damp skin prickling against the evening chill. I reached for a towel, rubbing it over my hair with slow, careful motions, but
even that felt like too much effort.
The dizziness I felt some days ago only got worse. But I could swear it was from the fact
that I had only eaten once in two days.
Usually, I could go two–sometimes three–days without food if I had to. But this time, it was different. My body wasn’t just tired; it felt drained like life itself was slowly bleeding
out of me.
I swallowed hard, willing it away. Maybe it was just the exhaustion. Maybe I needed water.
Maybe I just needed to lie down.
Maybe…
I blinked hard, steadying myself against the sink. My reflection in the mirror looked paler than usual, dark smudges under my eyes boldly highlighting the exhaustion I refused to
acknowledge.
I took a breath that didn’t help, pressing my palm against my forehead as I exited the
bathroom.
No, I wasn’t sick. I wasn’t weak. I just needed to pull myself together.
My stomach twisted with an uneasy nausea that hadn’t left me all day.
I tossed the towel aside and moved toward my bed, but the second I took a step, my vision dipped, and my balance wobbled.
What the hell was wrong with me?
Along with these strange feelings came the hurt. I had cried, but it felt like I hadn’t cried enough. I hated myself for so many reasons… First, for letting myself let Kester fester his way into my heart. And secondly, for punishing myself by not wanting to see him for two days.
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Chapter 218
He had come to my door more times than I could count. I had heard the knocks and heard his voice. And I had ignored every single one.
Because maybe if I stayed away and pretended this wasn’t happening, it would all just…
stop.
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