Chapter 32

Becca's POV

I opened the door of the apartment, and I had to push to be able to enter, feeling a weight against the wood larger than normal. As soon as I entered, irritated at having to kick the door to open it, I found my mother complaining quietly, holding it in her own head. It didn't take me long to connect the stitches.

"Dre you listening behind the door? "I restrained a laugh. "Ah, mom, for God's sake. At this age?”

"Yes, and you slammed the door on my head. "She grumbled, rubbing her forehead. "It wasn't necessarily listening behind the door, because I was innocently picking up the bags that Raphael left at the entrance, so I noticed that you were standing near the elevator and I ended up hearing one or two words.”

I crossed my arms, arching an eyebrow.

“One or two? I know.”

"Maybe I heard that you agreed to go out together, even after you told me to stop talking about men with you. But now I understand everything.”

I frowned.

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