Page 57 of Possessive Mr. Pen

“Oh my god, it really is Heath!Aisha, look—with all the flashy jewelry and expensive clothes, and that big body, I wasn’t sure, but those eyes—”

Hilary’s disparaging sigh ruffles my shirt and warms my flesh.

“Yeah, sure, rub it in.I’m the only one who didn’t recognize him,” she mumbles.

“I don’t either,” Aisha says.“Even with the eyes.How did Hannah know?”

“His freckles,” Hilary grumbles.

Aisha gasps and points at my forearm braced on the disheveled sheets.

“Itishim!How isthisthat pathetic runt you kicked all those bullies’ asses for?”she exclaims with a gesture at my whole body.

Hilary cough-laughs.

“Thanks, I feel better, Aisha,” she deadpans.

After a moment she mumbles, “You can get off me now.”

“Can I?”I ask.

She nods.

I press my fists into the mattress and push up.With her arms locked around me, I lift us both off the bed.She squeaks, releases her hold, and bounces.

I chuckle, steal a kiss to her forehead, and roll off the bed.Momo offers me the bloody paper towels.I cover my neck before Hilary rises.

She demands an inspection anyway.Her sisters watch in amused fascination as she tugs me through the apartment, pushes me into a chair at the dining room table, retrieves the first aid kit, and snaps at me as she cleans and dresses my wound.

“Is she happy or mad?”Aisha whispers to Momo.Her voice carries clearly in the quiet.

“Neither.She’s in love,” Momo whispers back.

Hilary’s attention snaps to them.

“Have you packed yet?”she asks.

I lift my brows in surprise.She still intends to move forward with the contract marriage despite my deceit.

“Are we taking everything?”Aisha asks.“We don’t have much, but—”

“The townhouse is fully stocked,” I answer.“You can bring as much or as little as you want.This apartment isn’t going anywhere either.”

Hilary swings skeptical eyes my way.

“I wasn’t aware keeping this place was part of the plan.Who are you, and why are you being so nice?”Hilary snarks.

Both her sisters snicker behind their hands.

“What?”she asks with exasperation clear in her tone.

“You’re upset because he’s hurt, aren’t you?”Momo giggles.

Hilary’s pupils shrink, and she flattens her lips.Without a word, she continues dressing the bite mark she left on my shoulder.With my shirt halfway unbuttoned and the collar pulled off my shoulder, the red, raised flesh clearly carries imprints of each one of her teeth.

She flicks vulnerable, uncertain eyes the color of melted dark chocolate up to mine.

In a single glance, she decimates every last one of my defenses.