Fated To Three, And I Broke Them All

Chapter 42: 42-Cannot Compete Verity

Jaguar:

"Do you have a girlfriend?" Rochelle asked, sitting beside me in the passenger seat.

"No," I responded, making small talk.

To be honest, I was really sleepy.

I hadn’t slept well at Verity’s place last night.

I had stayed awake on the couch, waiting for her to wake up and come out.

Maybe she’d talk to me, or maybe she’d see that I had been guarding her all night so she could finally feel safe and secure.

"Okay, at this point you are supposed to ask me if I have a boyfriend," she joked.

She was trying to lighten the mood, but when I didn’t smile back, she fell silent.

I really needed some peace and quiet at that moment.

I was only dropping her off because Gigi had asked me to.

Otherwise, I would have been in my bed right now, resting for the entire day and thinking about the woman who was within my reach yet completely forbidden.

"Well, I don’t have a boyfriend," she replied. "I was actually in an abusive relationship before."

Absentmindedly, I pouted to show that I felt bad for her.

Then I realized I should probably say something because she had turned in her seat and was silently watching me.

"I’m really sorry. I don’t know why some men do that," I replied, focusing on the road again.

"When was your last relationship?" she asked.

I didn’t know why she was making conversation with me.

To be honest, I’d only seen her at two or three functions before.

Theodore and I had talked about her.

Theodore found her very attractive, and he’d told me he would sleep with her one day.

That was how Theodore used to be.

If a beautiful woman was standing in front of him, he’d eventually take her to bed.

But that was it.

No teasing, no games.

Whatever happened afterward was their business.

Still, I knew he would drop them after that.

The sad part was that they didn’t even know it was coming.

Theodore wasn’t as straightforward as he liked to appear.

I had assumed Theodore and Rochelle would have slept together by now.

But here she was, sitting beside me, and even back at the mansion, I hadn’t seen them exchange a single glance.

It was as if nothing had ever happened between them.

I wondered what had changed Theodore’s mind because the last time we’d talked about her, he had been pretty adamant about sleeping with her.

"Some time ago," I replied absentmindedly, trying to end the conversation, but she wouldn’t take the hint.

Finally, silence settled between us.

"I’m a teacher, by the way. I teach kindergarteners, just for fun."

She spoke up again, and I stirred at the sound.

It was still early morning, far too early for me to be making small talk with someone I wasn’t particularly interested in.

"Oh, cool," I replied.

"Yeah, they’re cute. Aren’t kids adorable?" she murmured, squeezing her shoulders together and placing her hands in her lap.

"I don’t know. I really have no desire to be around children. They’re loud, fidgety, and they don’t behave well."

The moment I said that, I watched her shoulders drop.

"I’m not saying I hate kids. It’s just that I’m not in the right state of mind to find them charming when all I hear is noise."

I realized I was repeating myself, and maybe that meant I really did dislike kids.

Not to the point where I’d ever hurt them or anything like that.

But yeah, I wouldn’t choose to be around them.

Finally, she went silent again.

"Okay, Verity, if you’ll direct me, I’ll drop you off at your door," I said, keeping my eyes on the road.

She had given me a very vague address, and if she wanted me to take her home, she needed to tell me exactly which turns to take.

She stayed quiet for a moment.

"Um, excuse me?"

I turned to look at her.

She seemed zoned out, probably lost in thought because her eyebrows were scrunched together.

Was she still thinking about what I’d said about children?

"Um, my name is Rochelle," she muttered under her breath.

I frowned and glanced between her and the road.

"Yeah, I know your name. I think we’ve been introduced," I replied, shrugging in confusion.

She stared at me for another second before nodding.

"Yeah, sure. Take a left from here."

She gestured with her hand, and I turned left as instructed.

Once I stopped in front of a brown house, she got out of the car.

However, she gestured for me to stay where I was.

She walked around to my side and motioned for me to lower the window.

So I did.

As she leaned down, I quickly looked away.

I could see her cleavage from the angle she was bent over, and I wasn’t comfortable staring at it.

"Um, thank you. You were tired, yet you still found time to drop me off," she said, her tone softer than before.

I would have been a fool not to understand what she was trying to do.

"It’s alright. I did it for Gigi," I replied. ƒгeeweɓn૦vel.com

It was my way of reminding her not to read too much into it.

I hadn’t done it for her.

"Right. Still, thank you."

She had barely finished speaking when she suddenly leaned in closer, probably intending to kiss my cheek goodbye.

I swiftly pulled away.

"Um, I’m not comfortable with physical affection. But yeah, it’s okay. Have a good day."

As I spoke, I gently placed a finger on her shoulder and nudged her back from the window.

She remained silent while I rolled the window up and started the car.

Then I drove away, leaving her behind.

Somehow, one of her questions about my previous relationship stuck with me.

It had been tumultuous.

I had been in love, definitely. freёwebnoѵel.com

In a simple way, probably even a boring one, but I had loved her.

She had been my high school sweetheart too.

But things hadn’t ended well, especially when she decided to butt heads with Gigi.

Gigi was innocent and emotionally fragile, and she ended up falling into a depression because of my ex.

So it was decided that she should stay away from our home.

Anyone who tried to ruin what we had would be cut out of our lives without a second thought.