Falling for a Lie: My Stepbrother's Hidden Revenge

Chapter 165

Sylvia observed him while he was wearing his slippers.

She took off her trench coat and handed it to him.

Edgar was stunned for a second. His long eyelashes drooped slightly, and his handsome face was pale.

He obediently took the trench coat that Sylvia handed over and helped her hang it on the coat rack.

He never took the initiative to say a word, not like his usual attentive attitude.

Sylvia’s face became darker and darker.

Edgar did not realize it, and turned to look at the clock on the living room wall.

It was almost noon.

He was ready to go to the kitchen to cook.

Sylvía sat on the sofa domineeringly, her red lips slightly raised, and when she spoke, it was in an

indifferent tone.

“Come here.”

Edgar’s broad back stiffened as he obediently walked over to her feet and stood still.

She did not look up, her expression was a little cold, “I remember someone saying before that they would

not let me look up.”

Edgar stood still, feeling a little awkward because he found that her attitude towards him was still very

cold.

As expected, Patrick did not tell her that he had saved her.

So when Sylvia came back today, he was only responsible for going to the charity party with jade.

At first, he was thinking that his merits and demerits would be worth it, but suddenly he felt that his heart was blocked, and he was a little breathless.

“Huh?”

It was a dignified onomatopoeia, with a feminine voice.

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Sylvia became impatient.

Edgar was stunned for two seconds, then squatted down in front of her with one knee.

Sylvia felt that her emotions were very awkward, and her heart was even more strange. She gently hooked his chin with her fingertips, forcing him to raise his face.

They looked at each other.

in his black eyes held the grievance and fragility that he tried to

bullied by her, his expression

furrowed even

even ask anything, so

have you been doing these past two days? Patrick seems to have said that you

haven’t you done housework for

tightly, feeling as if his heart was being tugged, the pain

not breathe.

chin a little further, “Speak,

“Recuperating.”

voice was low and hoarse, but there was a hint

his tone.

really dumb.

with your throat?

“Fever.”

and it hadn’t rained in

sickly face, it was estimated that the fever had not been severe in the past

days.

had a guess in

let go of the hand that held his chin. “Stop squatting. There’s a sofa opposite. Go

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glad. He stood up and sat on the small sofa beside

have any strength in

was afraid that he would not be able to

before continuing to ask, “What’s up with Eleven’s injury? Who hit

apple rolled involuntarily, and her face was

want to tell her the truth.

she returned to the topic, “What did you do on the day of the charity party?”

opened his mouth, but before he could say anything, Sylvia stared at him and repeated

Jade’s car and went to the suburbs to

his dry throat and took a peek at Sylvia’s expression. When he

decoy. There was someone behind her who was planning. This person was well–crafted. Every move he made was basically accurate. While Jade said that

much, his

him a glass and let him pour the water

it from you.” As for whether she believed it or not, it was not something he could

“Really?”

hand, and put her hand on her knee. She tilted her head and looked at him with a sly smile.

to know what happened to Eleven’s injury, be

lips parted slightly. “He offended me,

feeling that he

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for this sake, Sylvia rationalized the order

estimated that it had

Jade was either the

settle the account, she would not feel comfortable.

up and gently adjusted the hem of her red velvet skirt. “Since you hurt my person, then let your person do the work for me today. I’ll go

eyes were shining, and her cute little face was cold and

of light in her eyes and

to his senses, Sylvia had already taken the black trench coat