Meet My Brothers by Red Thirteen chapter 106-However, some dishes were placed far from her, briefly escaping Mia’s notice.
Suddenly. Timothy’s utensils appeared in front of her. He had scooped some dishes to serve on her plate. De paused, then calmly said, “Thank you, honey, but don’t forget to enjoy your meal as well.” Sporting a teasing smile, Mia picked a dish she knew Timothy wasn’t fond of and served it on his plate Timothy surveyed his plate calmly before placing his utensils down.
Observing the nuances in their interaction, Martha gave a nod of approval, making a mental note to update Laura on the situation later.
After savoring her meal, Mia gently massaged her belly, confessing. “I might have indulged a tad too much” “Mr. Barrett, perhaps you could join Mrs. Barrett for a stroll? It’s beneficial for both the mother–to–be and the baby.” Martha proposed.
After a brief pause, Mia responded, “I think I’ll pass.” For Mia, a solitary walk seemed more appealing than having Timothy by her side.
Next to her, Timothy’s voice remained steady as he said, “Very well*
Putting on a strained smile, Mia added, “I can manage on my own.” Timothy tenderly draped his arm around her shoulders, his tone persuasive, “Come on, walking is beneficial for expectant mothers. Shall we?” Reluctantly, Mia followed him onto the neighborhood path. The summer evening greeted them with a gentle coolness, its night sky adorned with twinkling stars, setting a serene backdrop for their walk.
As they moved along, their elongated silhouettes blended seamlessly on the path.
Mia grappled with a sense of guilt, realizing she had persuaded the industrious Timothy to set aside time for this walk. She couldn’t help but feel that she was consuming his valuable time.
In an attempt to dispel the silence, Mia remarked, “There’s no need for you to go out of your way to accompany me. It might seem insincere.” Timothy shot back, “Grandma specifically instructed Martha to handle things.
Whether genuine or not, we’ve got to keep up the act.” How did Mia miss Timothy’s knack for acting?
Suddenly, a large dog dashed out from a nearby bush, startling Mia.
Without a second thought, Timothy swiftly drew her close, enveloping her in a protective embrace.
Clutching his shirt tightly, Mia exclaimed, “Oh goodness, there’s a dog!” Seeing her distress, a subtle smirk crept onto Timothy’s face, intrigued by her unease toward the animal +15 BONOS Peering cautiously over his shoulder, Mia asked, “Has the dog lett?
Timothy glanced back. “Not yet.” The dog stayed put, wagging its tail energetically, showing affection toward Mia.
Still within Timothy’s protective hold, Mia yeared to be anywhere else but here, her voice betraying a touch of anxiety as she questioned, “What’s our next move?” Locking eyes with the dog. Timothy confidently commanded. “Sit.” Without hesitation, the dog promptly obeyed, showcasing impeccable behavior.
Observing the dog’s compliance, Mia looked at Timothy with a blend of surprise and admiration, saying, “It heeded your commands.” With a playful grin, Timothy teased, “So, dogs make you nervous?” “Yes,” Mia confessed, “Back at the orphanage, the director had a dog that once bit me. After that, it seemed determined to chase and snap at me whenever possible.
“I was always on edge but never found the courage to voice my fear.” Sensing the need for a change, Mia swiftly changed the topic, recognizing the stark differences in their upbringings.
Given Timothy’s privileged background, she wondered if he could really understand the challenges faced by those less fortunate than him.
*Have you ever been vaccinated? Timothy inquired.
Shaking her head, Mia replied, “Survival was the main concem during those times. Vaccinations felt like a distant luxury. Thankfully, I’ve managed to get by without any major health issues.” After a brief pause, Timothy responded, “If there haven’t been any complications so far, then you should be alright.” Mia looked at him with a hint of surprise, commenting, “I must admit, I didn’t expect such reassuring words from you.” Timothy turned to face her, his gaze deep and probing. “Then, in your eyes, what kind of person do you see me as?*