Meet My Brothers by Red Thirteen

Chapter 107

Mia hadn’t anticipated Timothy revisiting this question, and it was getting increasingly difficult for her to respond.

With a hint of condescension, Timothy watched her struggle. “Having trouble answering?” he teased.

“Not exactly.” Mia replied, pausing briefly as she met his gaze. “So, would you prefer the truth or a fabrication?

* she asked.

“… Perhaps silence would be best.” Timothy retorted indifferently before walking away.

As Mia took a step forward, she noticed the dog standing beside her, its tail wagging eagerly as it looked at

her.

She stopped in her tracks, and instinctively stepped back. “Please, stay right there,” she implored, her eyes fixed on the dog.

While she held no ill will toward the creature, suppressed childhood fears surfaced as the dog moved closer.

“Here, boy.”

Just as Mia contemplated a quick escape, Timothy, who had just disappeared into obscurity moments ago,

reappeared to rescue Mia.

Beneath the soft glow of the streetlight, he reached out his hand to her.

At the sight of Timothy, the dog promptly sat down, its tail wagging gently.

“The dog is sitting now. Walk to me, Mia.”

do it!” Mia

got a count of ten,” Timothy

didn’t simply approach her

said “ten seconds,”

courage within her, Mia swiftly ran toward

as he watched Mia sprinting courageously toward him. A faint

wounds required a gradual approach

enveloped in Timothy’s arms once

stood still, his once–extended hand now gracefully lowering.

fleeting moment, his fingers rested gently on her

voice, Mia asked. “The dog

her. “No,

+15 BONOS

the imposing dog had vanished. “I was

dog had been, a lingering fear gnawed at her. She feared

voice resonated, “How much longer do you plan to cling on?”

a step back. “Ahem, my bad. It was just

Timothy teased, “Consider that your one free pass.”

Mia’s expression soured instantly. She was irked by

dog were to chase me? I might complain to Grandma

could have easily scared it away yourself. After all, you’re not really pregnant

we’re going to put on a show, let’s make it convincing, so we don’t

cover.”

time, realizing she was close to revealing too

required skill, and she had

cast under the streetlamp. Intentionally lagging

stepped on his silhouette.

of his eye,