Not His Type Of Mate
Chapter 148

Nora's POV

The moment he pulled out of me, I closed my eyes and let out a silent, deep breath. Part of me enjoyed the sex, while another part felt like I shouldn't have. A part of me wanted to rest and continue, perhaps because it had been a while since I last did it, but I knew I should be content with this. I opened my eyes to see what he was doing, but he had his back turned to me, and I frowned. I wanted to ask what was wrong, but I kept quiet.

With a soft grunt, he left the bed and walked toward the bathroom. I was planning to visit the bathroom to wash up too, but I suddenly realized he hadn't finished inside me. I looked at the bed where he stood up from, and even on the ground, but there was nothing there, and I was confused.

Different questions popped up in my mind, and I felt bad toward him. I felt like I no longer had the power to move him anymore, like he no longer saw me as an attractive person he could fully have sex with, or maybe because of the harsh words I said to him. Every part of me wanted to ask him what was wrong, but I refrained and picked up my bra, which was at the edge of the bed. I knelt on the bed to put it on, but I realized my body was sticky, so I climbed down the bed. "I should take a bath," I said out loud. I dropped my bra on the bed, walked over to where I dropped my dress, picked it up, and dropped it on the bed too before turning around to head toward the bathroom.

I opened the bathroom door, but my eyes widened when I saw him taking a bath there. I had totally forgotten that he had entered the bathroom when he stood up earlier. He looked at me and then looked away, as if I were just a mere side distraction. I thought about leaving, but then, why should I? I entered the bathroom and stood in a corner, where I observed his body, his well-defined chest, and his huge Dick with which he had just satisfied me. This was once my man, and his body was once mine; I felt no shame looking at him.

He paid no attention to me, even when he knew I was checking him out. He continued taking his bath. It took him almost 10 minutes before he picked up his towel, wrapped it around his chest, and left the bathroom. He closed the door behind him, and I grunted. I stared at the door for a while before I entered the bathtub. I closed my eyes to feel the coldness of the water, and that was when I heard Lolita's voice: "What are you doing, Nora? Don't you think you are taking this too far? He is feeling so sad and lonely because of you. Have you forgotten he is our mate?" Lolita questioned me, and I rolled my eyes, ignoring her. I took a quick bath and left the bathroom.

Returning to the room, I saw Maddison already dressed. He was wearing jeans and a shirt, a casual outfit, but he still looked breathtaking. I stared at him for a few seconds before I walked toward the bed, picked up my dress, but dropped it again and went to stand in front of the mirror. I picked up the hairdryer, dried my hair, and applied lotion. It was the same one I used at home, so it was okay for me to use. After that, I walked back to the bed, picked up my bra, and put it on. I intentionally removed my towel before wearing my bra, exposing my full body, but he didn't spare me a glance. I put on my panties and picked up my gown. I was already wearing my gown when he turned to face me.

He walked toward the bed and sat in it, facing me. "Tell me, whose kid is that?" He asked, and my eyes widened. "I already told you I had a one-night stand," I replied. I didn't expect him to ask me any questions, as he hadn't been talking to me for a while, but his question was too much for me to process in a short period too. The answer that came out of my mouth was a lifesaver, and I was glad I had told him that before.

He looked at me and frowned. "Okay, I will believe you, but I need to know the name of the bar you were and what day it was," he said, and I raised my eyes to look at him. I gave him a mocking gaze as I asked, "What are you saying? What does that have to do with you?"

He stood up from the bed and moved closer to me, but I took a step back. "Because I need to prove your point. You said you had a one-night stand with a stranger, right? I will go to the bar, ask about their CCTV, and search through the videos to find the man you spent the night with," he said, and my heart shook violently. I knew Maddison well enough to know that he could do what he said, and it scared me to think that he would find out I was lying. He could go to any bar I mentioned and try to find the man I claimed to sleep with; that was how persistent he was. I closed my eyes, steadied my breath, opened my eyes, and looked at him. "I don't know how that concerns you. Why should you interfere in my and my son's life? What's your business with us?" I asked with a loud growl as I zipped up my gown and walked closer to the bed, but he stood in front of me, blocking my way.

I could feel his anger, and I knew I had already provoked him. His eyes looked sad and angry as he glared at me. "Yes! I'm concerned. What happens to you is my business because you are my mate! Have you forgotten that we are still married? And if we think about this rationally, the baby is mine!" He replied, and my heart sank, but I kept a strong front. "The baby is yours? How can he be yours when you already lost yours a few years ago? Have you forgotten how you pushed me and made me lose the pregnancy? Do you think the baby would come back from heaven?!" I yelled at him, and he was silent for a while. It seemed the loss of the baby still affected him greatly.

He ran his fingers through his hair and groaned. "I... I feel connected to the boy. The last time I saw him, I felt like he was my son. That child should be mine," he said, and my blood boiled. I glared at him for a while before I rolled my eyes and looked at the ground to find my heels. Seeing them by the left side of the bed, I walked toward them and put them on. I picked up my bag and walked toward the door. "I'm leaving. I guess I'm done here," I said to him and turned toward the door, but he grabbed my hand, stopping me, and I turned to face him. "If you keep insisting like this, how about we run a DNA test? If the baby is not mine, then I will stop all this. "Isn't that good for both of us?" he asked, as if he were making a deal, but my heart wouldn't stop racing. I was scared. The DNA test would make him realize that the son was his. I rolled my eyes, trying hard to conceal my emotions as I glared at him. "My son will never take any test with you! You don't have the right to tell me what he can do and what he cannot do. He has a father, and I know his father, which is not you!" I yelled at him and tried to release my hand from his, but he was stronger. "Let go!" I yelled at him again, and he released my hand. I looked at him one more time before I stormed out of the room with anger. I walked down the stairs, still brimming with anger, until I saw his mother sitting in the living room.

She noticed my presence the moment I descended the stairs, and she turned to look at me. "Oh, Nora! You're here?" she asked cheerfully, and I nodded. I was angry, but the last thing I wanted was to worry the old woman. "Yes, Ma," I said to her. "But I need to leave now. There is somewhere I must get to," I said to her, and I was glad she understood as she made way for me. I smiled to her and rushed out of the house.

I entered my car and drove out of Maddison's mansion. So many thoughts were racing through my head, and they were already causing a headache as well as frustration. I started thinking about many things, and before I knew it, I was already in front of Maxwell's house. I got out of the car and rushed inside. "You're back," he said, and I nodded. "My son?" I asked, and he smiled. "He is sleeping upstairs. What's wrong? You seem to be panicking," he said, noticing the cold sweat running down my forehead. I looked around the house and sighed. I had rushed home with the hope that Maxwell would be able to help with some ideas, and I desperately hoped that would be the case.

"Maddison said he wants to run a DNA test. He said he feels connected to Julius," I explained dejectedly, and saw his eyes widen. He was lost in deep thought for a while before he let out a deep breath. "This is bad... very bad. If he wants to do the test, he will surely do it no matter what," he replied, and my heart sank again.