Kiss My Revenge The Heiress Strikes Back

Chapter 62

The two didn't notice the change in Lysander's tone. They continued joking around, half-seriously.

"I already know you have a darling sister. Everyone knows how much you guys dote on her. Seriously though, she's just not my type."

"I can never mess with your little princess. To be honest, your sister is too spoiled for my liking. I'm more into the goddess type, you know? Like, doesn't this girl have that kind of fairy-like vibe?"

Both teammates had met Arabella before. She'd visited their club, trying to play games but often demanding they let her win, getting upset if they didn't.

So, Arabella didn't have many fans in the club. Of course, there were a couple who liked her, but given the Hawke brothers' fierce protectiveness, they were quick to let it go. Who wanted to compete for attention with those overprotective brothers anyway? They were a handful.

As the two teammates continued praising Miranda and joking about becoming his "brother-in-law", Lysander's mood soured gradually. Especially since it seemed like they preferred Miranda over Arabella, which didn't sit well with him.

"You guys fall for someone just by looking at a photo? Shallow!"

He slammed his keyboard and left the room. The two teammates exchanged glances, baffled about Lysander's drastic reaction over some jokes they made.

"You idiots, that girl's like his sister's rival or something. Probably over some drama thing," another teammate couldn't just watch it, walked over and chimed in. "You guys just walked right into it!"

The pair looked at each other, realization dawning. So that was why he was so upset. Classic overprotective brother syndrome.

a moment to check her phone and saw a

slew of

me know if

[Busy?]

are you up

meet up? Talk about my

Half an hour later.

text back because your hubby might

even care if you

[Seriously, just reply already!]

Miranda was like, "..."

felt her lips twitch

he like a puppy or

screen test, Elian somehow managed to get some

send her messages now and then,

Miranda couldn't be bothered. Unless it was something really important, she rarely replied. She wasn't glued to her phone like

sent back a question

was about to put her phone down,

get the wrong idea, I wasn't waiting for your

so cocky, who was he trying to fool