All Chapters of Exchange Help with Mr. Wolf: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

What am I going to think now? His eyes were like fire, full of desire as our lips interlocked once again, his hands moved at the back of my neck and I tilted my head a little bit, his body went closer to mine and the blanket that was once on my shoulder dropped. "I like you..." he repeated. I knew he was waiting for me to answer but I just kept kissing him, my hands travelled to his broad shoulders and pushed him closer to me, until we broke the kiss and I hugged him tenderly, both gasping for air, my eyes travelled on a silhouette just behind the window. My breathing hitched, and I pulled him away out of shock. "What's the problem, Harriet?" he asked, in a worried tone. My eyes checked through the window, and the silhouette was gone. I heaved a sigh, reflecting on what I did and what I saw. I bit my lips and moved away from him, it doesn't feel right. My chest was beating fast, and sweat formed in my forehead. "I'm sorry..." I finally said, looking softly at Joshua. I thought

It was a weird feeling, I felt uneasy as I trek the steps towards the house, I turned the knob hoping what I feel was just a mistake but my shoulder slumped when a figure of a man that was foreign to me showed, grinning from ear to ear and offering his hands as if welcoming me from his house. "Who are you?" I frowned, putting my hands on my side and ignoring his offer. As soon as he got my unwelcome expression, he stopped grinning and took back his hand. "We've met before." His reply doesn't meet any of the options I laid when I asked who he was. "I don't remember..." I trailed, putting my hand on my nape and massaging it when suddenly a memory came back to me. Back when I was at the gate of the school, looking for those framed photos of the girls who died, someone told me, then I should worry. "Is that you?" I gasped, and he nodded without even knowing what I was talking about. "I killed someone for you." He started walking toward a small table with two wooden chairs, he motio

“Harriet, we’re sorry we’ve done something bad to you.” It was late in the afternoon, and we have just returned from the psychiatric hospital, I was about to swerve and go to Joshua’s place when I reached the house of Neneuis and others, his house was just behind them but Azi and Lea showed up in the front porch and approached me. I was with Joshua all day, so I turned to him with utmost confusion. He just shrugged and motioned Blake and Tyler to emerge from the door. “Harriet, are you okay?” Blake sounded so worried, he was in his guy form, I guess his feeling guilty because earlier, at dawn, when I met him with his second form – Tiffany, she was so elegant like she just went to a party with the elites, turned out it was true, I learned that because her tongue slipped when she saw me with Joshua at breakfast, she was with Tyler, and they attend a charity ball along with other businessmen, and she tagged along as his date. I’m not mad or jealous, in fact, I’m relieved that the gir

The man has a wooden crane with a gold head of an eagle that speaks of how he became rich after he banished all his children. Was this really what it’s like to be a grown-up? You’re just suddenly tired from all the drama because it seems that it only repeats; it’s a life cycle, after the happiness, comes sadness, then happiness again then sadness, over and over, until you’re worn out until you question everything if it’s worth it until you couldn’t care less if someone leaves or dies. Life’s becoming dreadful for me, but to the man in front of me, it was the opposite, I can say that he doesn’t miss his children one bit. I’m not jealous of Priti and Genevieve. As much as I don’t like it, he married her and has a baby. Priti deserves the thing that we, his children, didn’t taste. At least give Priti a father that won’t leave when the mother dies, give her all that you can, and never lie to her. “Hey, you looked pale.” Lukas nudged me,

I tried to asked him what he meant but he closes his eyes and I froze, that’s it? I leaned down to his chest but I didn’t feel a heartbeat, I wiped the tears from the back of my hand, I’m not disappointed, I just realized that this was more painful than learning your mother had died. In this, I witnessed him catch his last breath, he told me his last word, I was with him just a moment ago, why did it have to happen like this? Then I remember, the headlights that focused on us, my tears-stricken face turned around, the smoke and mist lights up from the headlights, dusts and particles made me realize that it was cold and it was night, no one’s supposed to be roaming around, but me, and the one who killed Lukas. I narrowed my eyes and focused onto the man who was on the car, like me, he was also frozen on his seat, I stood up and step forward, trying to recognize who was he. The road ends up at the beginning of the alleyway, it was a dead end here, if he did not purposedly drive on