My Repentant Brothers by Grace Edith

Chapter 190

Calls wasted no time on his way home. As soon as he finished his tasks, he hurried back. The house was unusually quiet, and the familiar figure he expected on the couch was nowhere to be seen With furrowed brows, Caleb asked. "Where's Maddie, Mrs. Ziegler?"

"Ms. Larson is resting upstairs." Sarah replied.

""Has Eugene left!" Caleb asked.

Sarah shook her head. "He's still upstairs."

With a sharpened gaze, Caleb was about to head up when Eugene descended the staircase with a smile. "Caleb, you're back? Perfect timing. Wanna go to the supermarket with me?"

Caleb had no interest in such a trivial task, especially not with Eugene. It was not in his plans. Besides, the idea of shopping with another man was particularly unappealing. "Caleb, you're not avoiding me his teasing tone.

because you're worried Maddie might fall for me, are you?" Eugene smiled, his mischievous nature showing through

Eugene was handsome enough to stir trouble, with a mind full of schemes. For someone like you, who always wins, this seems... beneath you. Unless, of course.. you think you might lose to me?" Caleb sneered, "Stop playing games. Let's go.

Eugene followed, saying casually, "I need to buy some special detergent to wash out bloodstains. Since I'll be the one doing the laundry, I don't want Maddie to think I'm not thorough" Caleb's jaw clenched. You're washing what?"

"You know." Eugene smiled with feigned innocence. "Nowadays, boyfriends do their girlfriend's laundry. It's pretty normal, right? Especially someone like me-Im all about taking care of my wife" Eugene paused, eyes twinkling as if he'd caught himself in a slip. "Oops, future wife. I mean. But it's easier to just say 'wife, isn't i

On their way, Eugene talked endlessly, always saying things that could rile Caleb up. When they arrived at the mall, Eugene headed straight to the jewelry section. Caleb's patience was hanging by a thread.

The sales associate, noticing Eugene's striking looks, greeted him with a bright smile. "Hello, sir. Are you buying something for the lady at home?"

Td like to see some couple rings, the kind for lovers-nothing too flashy, but valuable enough." Eugene stood tall his very presence enough to command attention

rings, and Eugene pointed at a pair. These. Let me try them. After trying them on, he raised his hand to show Caleb What do you think, Caleb?" Caleb glanced dispassionately. "What do you think!" He

then gave the sales associate the size for the other

any longer. "How do you know Maddie's

Maddie go? It doesn't look good for us brothers to be fighting over the same woman." "Especially

everything in this case. Anyone who sells him a ring can kiss their bra anger was obvious, his

brand goodbye. His

ring in his fingers, lifting in toward the light with a mocking anik. "But you'd better think is brough. You'll have to shut

avocate's emotions were on

us you offend

rollercoaster-one moment she felt like she was in leaves, and the next she was plunged

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to the jewelry counter at a supermarket seemed oddly down-to-earth. However, the

the two men, unsure of who was

let's take a moment to talk this through," the manager suggested carefully, eyeing both men. "Why don't you each buy a ring of your choire and let the lady choose which to

you don't express them? You wouldn't want to miss your chance, would you?" Calch lowered his gaze and selected a simple, elegant pair of rings. Meanwhile, Eugene's choice was more whimsical, clearly

men paid for their purchases, they left one

brothers fighting over a woman! And the older one's after the younger one's girl Unbelievabler

sales associate

Simmons-the top-tier tycoon who's been on TV. And the other one must be someone important too, just riot as famous," the manager

covering her mouth in shock. What had started as a typical soap-opera-worthy drama had now escalated into something far more grand

is lucky enough to have two handsome, rich men

one now envied by many, was fast asleep under a cozy

the Larson residence. Thomas had returned home, looking utterly