Chapter 119
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Updated : May 22nd, 2025
There wasn't anyone I felt any attraction to. I always felt the opposite. I felt irritated when it came to Sadie Evans. It irritated me how I would often catch her staring with a dreamy look, or how she would find ways to try and touch me. I hated it, so I went to great lengths to avoid her.
Now, though, I wonder if, at a deeper level, she had sensed we were mates. That would explain why she felt what she did for me, even though I never once felt the same.
It's funny how the woman I've spent most of my teenage and adult life looking down on turned out to be my mate. I never once imagined that my sister's best friend would turn out to be my mate.
Lola had been everything I wanted in a mate. Beautiful, sexy, intelligent, and strong. While Sadie had been the opposite. I'm not saying she wasn't any of those things back then, but she didn't put any effort into cultivating who she was. It's like she was okay with just being plain and unattractive.
I must admit that I don't know what to do with the current Sadie. She's everything I admire in a woman. Too bad her crush is long dead, and she hates my fucking guts.
I take a deep breath and sigh, just as a small body collides with the back of my legs. I almost fall forward, but catch myself before I do. Turning sharply, my breath freezes when I see Aspen rubbing her chin.
"I'm sorry, Mr," she says, looking up with her green eyes. "I didn't look where I was going." "It's okay, sweetheart, there is no harm done," I squat to her level so that we are at almost the same level. "Are you hurt?" Fuck. This feels amazing. I still can't believe that Sadie and I made this beautiful and bubbly creature in front of me.
Before, I used to think that the night was the worst night of my life. Now, though, I consider it the best, because the result is Aspen. I may not remember sleeping with Sadie, but it doesn't matter because our daughter is the product of that night.
"No, I'm not hurt, but are you okay?" She asks, her head tilted and her wide green eyes staring with concern.
"Why do you ask, sweetheart?" "Because you look sad." I don't know what madedo it, but I just found myself saying, "I did something wrong. I hurt someone, and she's very mad at me."
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