Wrong Brother But Make Him Mine Chapter 10

Wrong Brother But Make Him Mine Chapter 10

By the third time Adrian “forgot” to bring pajamas into 

the bathroom, the fifth time he “accidentally” started 

a video call while working out, and the ninth time he 

started ‘testing out‘ new looks that involved 

unbuttoned silk shirts and tailored suits… 

I shamelessly fell for it. 

That day, Adrian was asking me to help him figure out 

how to style the new purple silk shirt he had bought. 

Then Nolan suddenly called me. 

“Stella Pierce, I’m at your front gate.” 

“Security is being a pain. Tell them I’m your brother or 

I’m going to jump the fence.” 

“I brought you a ton of snacks.” 

My eyes flew wide open. 

Adrian slowly lifted his head, his voice a little hoarse. 

“What’s wrong?” 

On the phone, Nolan was still going on. “I gave security 

your unit number, but they said the owner’s name isn’t 

Stella Pierce. No idea what got messed up…” 

My breath caught. 

“I’ll call the security desk right now,” I said quickly. 

“Nolan, wait there for a second.” 

I shoved Adrian away in a panic. 

“Nolan’s here.” 

“You need to hide. Closet. Now.” 

I grabbed Adrian and dragged him toward the bedroom. 

He raised an eyebrow and let out a quiet laugh. 

“You can still laugh?” 

“Nolan will literally end us. Do you want to be a physics case study? Hide!.” 

My original plan had been to take it step by step. 

First, I would help Adrian improve his image in Nolan’s 

mind. Then I would confess. 

Otherwise, I was afraid Nolan would not survive the 

shock. 

Who would have thought he would show up at the perfect worst possible time? 

Adrian’s warm breath brushed against my ear. 

“Baby,” he murmured, “doesn’t this feel like we’re having an affair?” 

My face burned. I yanked open the closet door and pushed him inside. 

“Do not talk.” 

I shut the closet door, then hurriedly called security to 

confirm. 

Three minutes later, Nolan stood in the entryway with several shopping bags in his hands. 

“Bought you some food and daily stuff.” 

“Thanks, Nolan.” 

Guiltily, I wiped at the sweat on my forehead. 

Nolan looked around the living room and slowly frowned. “Why did you rent a place that looks like a luxury prison? Everything’s black, white, and gray.” 

“Actually, this is exactly the kind of place my sworn enemy would like.” 

My mouth twitched stiffly. “Is… is that so?” 

Nolan’s gaze landed on my neck. He leaned closer. 

“Why is this spot on your neck red?” 

I slapped a hand over my neck by reflex and let out two dry laughs. 

“A mosquito bite.” 

“There are mosquitoes in the fall?” 

Nolan looked doubtful. 

“Yes.” 

I nodded like crazy. 

He stared at me for a few seconds before shrugging it 

off. “Put some ointment on that.” 

“I know.” 

“Nolan, do you want water? I’ll get you some.” 

“Sure. I’ll look around and see what you’re missing. I 

can buy it for you later.” 

I had just let out a breath when a furious shout came 

from the direction of the bedroom. 

My hand shook so badly I almost dropped the glass. 

By the time I rushed to the bedroom door, my entire 

body turned to stone. 

Nolan was standing at the entrance to the walk–in 

closet, the closet doors wide open. 

Adrian was half crouched inside, his hair a mess of 

hangers and designer sweaters. 

He closed his eyes, then gave an awkward cough. 

The air stayed silent for what felt like an entire century. 

Nolan pointed a shaking finger at Adrian in the closet. 

Through clenched teeth, he said each word clearly. 

“So that’s the six–foot–two mosquito, huh?”