More Than A Favor

Chapter 192

“Hi, Elaine!” Kian greeted me with a cheeky smile, waving at me like we were old friends.

I froze in place as soon as I saw him. It was him–Selene’s brother! Why was he here? What did he

want?

Judging by the playful smirk on his face, it didn’t seem like he was here for anything good.

Mater

Tve been waiting for you for almost an hour. You’re late today, Kian continued, shaking his wrist to show off his watch.

I took a deep breath, suppressing my irritation, and walked over. My legs were still sore from last night, so I had worn flats instead of my usual heels.

“Elaine, are you feeling unwell today?” Klan asked, his sharp eyes immediately picking up on my slight discomfort.

I faltered for a moment but quickly regained my composure. There was no way I was going to let him get under my skin. Ignoring his comment, I sat down across from him, determined to appear assertive.

Kian leaned back casually, ignoring my silence. “Didn’t sleep well last night?” he asked, his tone dripping with insinuation.

I stiffened but kept my expression neutral.

he grinned brightly and said,

in the air, as ridiculous as they were bold.

didn’t react. His over–the–top declaration was clearly meant to provoke me. If I got angry, I’d be playing right

“If you want to pursue me, have your parents

fazed by my response. Instead, he leaned forward, his grin

free this weekend?”

pretending not

weekend,” he continued, undeterred. “I’ll

face, barely concealing my annoyance. Did he

what your intentions are by harassing me, but you’d better stop now.

my gaze sweep over his outfit. From his limited–edition shoes to his branded accessories, his appearance was a far cry from the scruffy look he had when we first met. Back then, he’d falsely accused me, and now he was flaunting wealth he clearly didn’t

sister doesn’t know you’re here, does she? Or your new brother–in–law?” I added, my tone dripping

try to scare me by

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enjoying your current lifestyle, you’d better stay far away from me. Otherwise, forget about branded outfits–you might not even be

him. I wanted to remind him of