Ten Days to Leave My Stepbrother (Beatrice) novel Chapter 19

**Across Quiet Meadows Rise Dreams Waiting For Their Moment**
**Chapter 19: 288 Vouchers**

Maverick leaned back, absorbing the weight of the conversation, a smirk slowly creeping onto his face, though a glint of ice flickered in his eyes. He couldn’t help but feel a surge of possessiveness that made his heart race.

“What’s going on? What could possibly be so crucial? Are you really going on a date with this friend of yours? Beatrice, remember, I haven’t agreed to end things yet!” His voice was a mixture of defiance and desperation, echoing in the tension-filled air.

Beatrice’s face clouded over, her features tightening as the stubborn fire in her eyes ignited. She took a deep breath, her resolve hardening.

“Do you really have to push things to this breaking point? Maverick, can’t we just part ways amicably?” Her voice, though steady, was laced with a hint of sadness, as if she were mourning what they once had.

In the decade that Maverick had known her, he had never witnessed such raw fury radiating from Beatrice. It left him momentarily speechless, grappling with a swirl of emotions that he wasn’t quite prepared to face.

Yet, he was no stranger to this dance of power in their relationship; he had always been the one in control, the dominant force. In this confrontation, vulnerability was not an option.

The turmoil within him bubbled to the surface, emotions pent up and ready to explode.

“No! I told you, you can only belong to me!” His voice thundered, the words spilling out like a dam breaking under pressure.

Beatrice recognized the familiar stubbornness in his tone, realizing that rational discourse had slipped away, leaving only a wall of obstinacy between them. She had made up her mind to stop trying to reason with him.

Just as she turned to leave, Greyson, who had been a silent observer of this escalating tension, finally chose to intervene.

“Bex is an independent person with her own thoughts and desires. She has never belonged to anyone, Maverick. If you can’t respect her autonomy and wishes, then she has every right to cut off communication with you.” His voice was calm, yet firm, a steady anchor amidst the storm.

After delivering his statement, he didn’t even bother to gauge Maverick’s reaction. Instead, he turned to Beatrice, his expression softening.

“It’s almost four o’clock. Shall we head out?”

Beatrice glanced back at him, a flicker of gratitude in her eyes, and nodded resolutely.

As the two of them began to move away, Maverick’s anger boiled over, igniting a fierce reaction within him.

In a frenzied rush, he lunged forward, gripping Beatrice’s shoulders with a desperation that bordered on madness, trying to pull her back into his orbit.

But Greyson was quicker. He stepped in, his arm encircling Beatrice’s shoulders with a protective gentleness, drawing her into his embrace.

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