My Repentant Brothers (Madeline Larson)

Chapter 195

to notice Madeline's resistance. He sat on the bed, pulled the quilt, and put his head on her shoulder. He was quiet and dude t

Eugene didn't seem to do anything else.

His hair was smooth, and he had a unique fragrance. Madeline felt her neck itch and felt uncomfortable. She glanced at hugene's ser expression. Seeing that he had no other ideas, she watched the movie seriously

The movie was scary. Madeline took bites of popcorn from time to tane. Sometimes, when there were scary scenes, she would pull up the quilt to

block her view.

Eugene chuckled. "If you're scared, you can come into my arms

"No, thunks" Madeline waved her hand "I'm not scared"

Eugene was no fool. He could see that Madeline was wary of hi

of him. This really made him sad

He stroked her long hair and sighed. "Why are you soon guard against me? Do you still remember what happened when we were kid

"Of course, I remember. Madeline nodded, confused. "When we were little, we grew up together in the orphanage and depended on each other. So our relationship is very good. I'm grateful to you and the others. Thanks to all of your protection, I was able to grow up safely"

Her words were clearing up any other ambiguous relationships,

Eugene smiled as he thought. Sometimes, memories can be false, right? But he didn't say it. Those things were so far away that sometimes he didn't even want to recall them.

Ito me, Maddie" He sighed. "What's your mother's name?"

"You shouldn't only be grateful to

"Layla." Madeline didn't know why he brought this up. She pulled the quilt and pulled away a little. "Why are you asking this all of a sudden" She looked puzzled. "You're not trying to talk nonsense and let my guard down, are you" Madeline finally spoke frankly Eugene looked at her with a faint smile. "Let your guard down! So, are you at my mercy now! His fingers touched her cheek but there was no desire in his eyes. On the contrary, they seemed particularly paranoid.

Madeline mei Eugene's gaze. She hesitated for a while and said, "Eugene, I've always regarded you as my brother who has been through thick and - thin with me. You don't have to ahrays want to be with me."

She looked at Eugene seriously and sincerely. "Think about it, you don't actually like me. I was so young back then. How could you possibly like a little bean sprout

"Really? Do we have to like each other to be together? Or do you think I don't like you enough? Eugene sneered, his gaze chilly "How should I prove it to you?"

Madeline felt a little uneasy. "That's not what I meant." She felt it really difficult to communicate with the paranoid Eugehe

Eugene stopped watching the movie and stared at Madeline. She felt a little scared. Eugene's eyes were deep and cold, and there was no smile on his face, as if this was the real him. He looked at her deeply, without emotions in his gaze. Then, I'll show you my heart." Eugene raised his hand and began to unbutton his clothes

Madeline grabbed his hand and said anxiously. "Eugene, love can't be forced! Even if it's a done deal, it only end in tragedy.

"From beginning to end, I never cared whether it's a tragedy or a comedy Eugene grabbed her wrists, untied his belt, and ned her hands to the headboard

Her wrists were tied up tightly. Madeline went silent, and her pupils shrank slightly. "Eugene, if you do this. I'll be really angry!

Eugene no longer cared and couldn't even hear a wond Madeline said. She saw her phone next to her and raised her foot to hook it over so she could call for help

But her feet were held down by Eugene. He bent hus knees against her legs, mucking it impossible for her to move. His slender and powerful fingers were already on his collar, and he begins to take off his coat Machine's long eyelashes trembles "Eugene, stop

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Chapter 195

Eugene had taken off his clothes, but he didn't take the next step. He raised his hand and pinched Madeline's chin, forcing her to look at him. "Maddie, take a good look at me.

Madeline pursed her lips and looked. There was no light in the private room. Horror films were dark in nature. White lights would fash occasionally, and other times, the lights were faint. In the dim room, they could barely see each other.All content © N/.ôvel/Dr/ama.Org.

Eugene was sitting next to her. He was naked from the waist up, with his clothes hanging at his waist. He had a great figure, and he looked like a work of art under the dim light. It was too perfect.

However, there was a rather seductive camellia tattoo on his shoulder, climbing from his back to his right chest, looking very strange. The camellias were beautiful, the red flowers blooming on his skin. But for some reason, the tattoo technique was odd, and the flower totems made him look like a fallen Shura.

"You... Madeline's expression changed as she looked at Eugene in disbelief.

The strangest thing was that this pattern felt familiar to her. She remembered drawing it as a child. At that time, Madeline had just started learning In the orphanage, the director, Agatha, had taught her her first poem, which was about camellias.

The kind Agatha took her to draw in front of the winter camellias, which she did with a brush and clumsy techniques. At that time, she was cold and indifferent to everything.

Agatha told her if there was anyone she liked the most in the orphanage, she should let that person accompany her forever, to entertain her and protect her for the rest of her life. At that time, Madeline and Agatha were standing in the snow. There were too many outstanding boys in the orphanage, as if they were carefully selected

From afar, she saw a boy standing in front of the camellia tree. He was about 13 or 14 years old, with beautiful eyes and lips as red as the camellia flowers. He was beautiful.

She pointed at the boy. "Mrs. Florence, I like him. He's as beautiful as our drawings."

Agatha said with a smile, "His name is Eugene. A nice name, right? When you grow up, he'll be yours. This is back on your word."

your own choice, Maddie. Don't go

n honest with her, and wondered. 'Are these my memories? Is

Madeline's eyes stung. She looked up in embarrassment at Eugene, who had been Eugene the one I chose?'