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Chapter 226 The Stubborn Matthew

Milly’s words momentarily stunned Matthew.

She had a point.

Not just in the past, but even now, he approached her with an agenda. He never truly considered her hist

sister.

But his pride stopped him from admitting it. After a prolonged silence, he muttered, “Why are your making such a big deal out of this? We’re all Burnetts. Does it really matter?”

Milly was perplexed.

She couldn’t help but let out a bitter laugh. What kind of twisted reasoning is this?

Earlier, he was so self–righteous, claiming I’m unworthy of the Burnett name. Now suddenly, we’re all family and I shouldn’t harbor resentment? He wants to have it both ways–praising and criticizing me at will. What else is there for me to say?

With a sardonic smile, she retorted, her voice slicing through the faint light, “Matthew, even though you’re an artist and not big on logical thinking, you should grasp basic human relationships. We’re not close enough for gift–giving and late–night heart–to–hearts, are we?”

Matthew’s anger flared. “How dare you-

Milly shrugged, meeting his gaze coolly. “Look at you, quick to accuse me again. You do realize what you’ve done could get you in trouble, right? Ever heard of trespassing?

Sure, Matthew was her brother, but sneaking into someone’s room uninvited was, at best, unethical, and at worst, illegal. She had a doctorate in her past life; if she chose to pursue it, she could easily involve the authorities.

Let’s see then who the Burnetts would stand behind then–me or him.

Matthew’s face turned a fiery shade of red; his breaths were coming out in sharp bursts, his teeth audibly grinding. His eyes burned with a rage that seemed capable of consuming Milly.

Milly remained unfazed. Dealing with an art student like him in a confrontation was well within her capabilities.

Seeing his intense fury oddly satisfied her. She casually sat down at the table and poured herself a cup

of

tea.

else, the tea at this monastery was exceptional. It carried the fragrance of bamboo

the perfect choice for this moment; it was known to calm

already livid, and watching her calmly sip tea only stoked

why he had reluctantly agreed

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into sketches. But when he tried to bring those sketches to life, they

flood of ideas, as if a dam had

but it was as

his pride and come to Milly in the dead of night. The issue was that when the organiser announced the list of contestents, he

King,

snatched victory from him whenever

towards King knew no bounds. Compared to defeating King, bowing

matter!

triumphing over

break the cup she held in her hand. “So, what

up, she regarded him with a mix

Matthew’s infamous temper, she had anticipated him

here he was, showing willingness to back

must want

Heh, this is interesting.

is actually seeking my

Milly felt her spirits lift. “Matthew, watch your words. When you need something from someone, it’s polite to

evident in his eyes. “Fine. Please set down your tea cup. Tell me what I need to do

Milly was speechless.

What was I expecting?

never think in conventional

be: Please tell me what I

me.”

look, as if grudgingly granting a

Milly was stunned.

hell!!? I main’t asking