Mated To My Best Friend's Lycan Alpha Brothers novel Chapter 187

Chapter 187: It’s Feel Good To Be Home

(Author’s POV)

"Professor Stephens, thank you for your help. Can you give me your payment code?" Myra was straightforward. She didn’t like to owe anyone anything.

Fabian was quick with his reply, "Aaaaa ... I don’t do online payments."

Myra thought for a while and then said regretfully, "I am so sorry but I don’t have any cash right now. Yelena, can I borrow some from you? I will return it you to when we reach my place."

Yelena bit her lips and uttered, "Sorry, no cash with me as well." Although, she said this, she had some emergency currency in her wallet. But she said nothing about it.

Myra turned back to Fabian, "How should I repay you, Professor Stephens?"

Fabian licked his lips and suggested, "You already have my number, Ms. Miracle. When we meet next time, you can give it to me then. By the way, have you thought about my offer?"

"I will contact you when I am done contemplating about it," Myra answered.

Fabian didn’t push it. He got a call and said his goodbyes, "I am getting a call. Thanks for your help, Ms. Miracle. Coffee is on me next time. You too, Ms. Yates. It was nice meeting you both again. Now, I will be taking my leave."

Before Myra could refuse his offer, he walked away with his phone in hand.

Myra looked at bag Fabian has given her and there was this odd feeling she couldn’t quite put a finger to it.

Yelena snapped her fingers in front of Myra’s face as she came back to her senses, "Come on, let’s go."

Myra nodded and they walked toward Yelena’s car. After settling inside once again, she looked inside the bag and there were two boxes, one big and one small. The big one was obviously the vanilla cake Myra had ordered but the second one had a strawberry pastry, decorated with freshly cut strawberries on top.

Yelena was just about to start the engine when Myra said, "I guess they have mixed our orders. There is a strawberry pastry in this bag." She looked out of the window and searched for Fabian but he was nowhere in sight.

Yelena jumped on the opportunity and said, "Let me give him a call."

She called him but the line was engaged, "His phone is busy. I will leave a voice mail. Or ..... maybe not."

"Don’t worry, when he will see you missed call and his bag he will call you back," Myra uttered.

"That’s what I want," Yelena murmured softly. It was almost inaudible to Myra.

Without wasting anytime, they zoomed off towards Myra’s place. Within twenty minutes, they were standing outside Myra’s house.

Myra’s parents house was located in a suburban area. The place was quieter and more relaxing from downtown’s hustle and bustle, where Yelena’s apartment was situated.

"Here we are," Yelena said with a quiet voice.

"Yeah, finally," Myra looked at the door, took a deep, long breath and walked towards it. Yelena helped with her suitcase and walked behind her.

She rang the doorbell and waited. Within a minute, the door click opened and a familiar voice uttered, "Who’s it?"

"Mom ... surprise" Myra mumbled as a lump formed in her throat. Her nose was tingling and itching but she controlled her emotions.

When Sandra saw who it was, tears formed in her eyes as she exclaimed loudly, "MYRA?" She gave her a warm and tight hug.

Sandra’s voice was loud enough that even Wendy, who was lounging on the couch heard her. Myra didn’t tell her about her plan, so it was a surprise for her as well. She jumped up from the couch and ran towards the door. "Sis, what are you doing here? Didn’t you~"

Yelena gritted her teeth and shook her head to stop Wendy to stop on time. Wendy pursed her lips tightly. She was about to spill the beans. She changed her demeanor and started acting, "Ohhh my gosh, sis. How did you come? Why didn’t you tell us that you were coming today?"

Yelena chuckled at her acting. That girl was being overdramatic but Sandra was too preoccupied with her emotions to discreet her words. She pulled away after much reluctance and held Myra’s face, "Why do you look so thin and your complexion seem pale as well. Have you been eating well? Did they not feed you well?"

Myra laughed at her words and pinched her cheeks, "I am fine, mom. Why are we standing in the doorway. Let’s go inside."

They all went inside as Myra asked, "Where’s dad? Is he not at home?"

"He went to get a plumber. The kitchen sink is leaking again," Sandra exclaimed. "Let me give him a call."

"Mom, don’t tell dad on the phone," Wendy shushed Sandra.

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