My Brother's Best Friend Is My Mate

Chapter 32: Meeting his Mom

I let out a of relief as Carter finally pulls up to the Liam's house. I still haven't gotten over how huge his

house is, I have to ask him in detail, specifically what he does for a living. "Finally!" Spencer exclaims

and jumps out of the back of the car from where she was seated beside me. Carter soon leaves the car

and I follow him and Spencer until I feel a warm hand on my shoulder. Once again, the fireworks ignite

in my hand already and I look up at Liam. Is he feeling the too? Maybe it's my nerves or I'm imagining

the sparks that are currently jumping around in my arm. "I'm sorry about what happened today, I

should've protected you." Liam says looking like the guiltilest person ever. I furrow my eyebrows in

confusion. "Liam, if anything you are the reason I'm not dead right now. You did all you could to protect

me and there was no way you knew what was going to happen." I say, hoping to dilute some of his

guilt. I let out a of relief as Carter finally pulls up to the Liam's house. I still haven't gotten over how

huge his house is, I have to ask him in detail, specifically what he does for a living. "Finally!" Spencer

exclaims and jumps out of the back of the car from where she was seated beside me. Carter soon

leaves the car and I follow him and Spencer until I feel a warm hand on my shoulder. Once again, the

fireworks ignite in my hand already and I look up at Liam. Is he feeling this too? Maybe it's my nerves

or I'm imagining the sparks that are currently jumping around in my arm. "I'm sorry about what

happened today, I should've protected you." Liam says looking like the guiltilest person ever. I furrow

my eyebrows in confusion. "Liam, if anything you are the reason I'm not dead right now. You did all you

could to protect me and there was no way you knew what was going to happen." I say, hoping to dilute © NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

some of his guilt. He face just looks so guilty and I just want to erase that frown that's crinkling his

perfectly handsome face." Promise me that you'll always tell me where your going, so that I can protect

you." Liam is staring at me with pleading puppy eyes that make girls want to jump off the London

Bridge. Can't say I wouldn't join them. "Fine. I promise." I tell him truthfully and his face lights up with

nothing but relief. Liam finally lets go of my arm, which he was holding onto so gently, like I'm the only

thing keeping him from shattering into a million pieces. Spencer, Carter and I tramp up the steps of

Liam's lavishly elegant house. I observe that there are men here and there, positioned around the

house like guards and a few people are streaming around the large house doing their daily activities.

"This is where you tell Emerald what color casket you want at your funeral, as well as what type of

flowers." Spencer reinforces her easier threat aimed at Carter. I see him bolt down the steps like a flash

of lightning. "I'm gonna help my mom wash her clothes, you know do the dishes...I'll be back later, bye

Emerald!" Carter exclaims before he completely disappears. I wave at his retreating figure and can't

help laughing at how exciting and funny Carter is. He's almost like a ray of sunshine during the darkest

times and I feel like I need someone like this in my life. Spencer shakes her head and frowns before

opening the door and pulling me inside. "Spencer!" A voice immediately greets us. A woman in a

sunflower dress who seems to be in her middle age is standing at the door with a batch of cookies on a

platter in her hands. "Emerald!" She says again before I can I introduce myself. The smiling woman

looks strikingly familiar and I internally gasp as I figure out who she is. "Your Liam's mom?" I say but

but it comes out more of a question. The woman laughs and hands Spencer the cookies before draping

me into a warm hug. Spencer dissappears with her treats, leaving me with Liam's mom. "Nice to meet

you Miss. Jones." I say extending my hand for her to shake. She pushes it away and hugs me again

instead. "Call me Sarah. My, you're prettier than I thought you would be." She laughs and pulls me

through the large house and we enter what looks like a kitchen. Liam's 'kitchen' looks like it could fit two

(2) of my beds, with all of the appliances in my house and even have place left to hold a cooking

contest with 50 or more participants. Sarah gestures for me to sit down in one of the stools at the island

and I do just that as she uses her mittened hand, which had a really good mouse design on it, and

takes out a platter of brownies. Yum.