Chapter 257

His arms were crossed in front of his chest as he looked at me and waited patiently for my answer as if he had all the time in the world.

I finally heaved a sigh and surrendered. "Tyler Schuman, like me, was adopted by our mother. We have been living together for more than a decade; he’s like a brother to me. However, something happened a few years back, and he left home. Ever since then, I lost contact with him. It was only recently that I got back in touch with him when we bumped into each other at Rosella City.”

I avoided the main point and spoke only about vague events, briefly walking him through our past.

He began with a poker face. "It all sounds so lovely, huh? Reuniting with your childhood sweetheart? Do you regret not meeting him earlier?”

Anger surged through my veins. I raised my voice. “I told you, he's my brother. That's all there is to it!”

"Wanda, do you think I’m stupid? If he's just a brother, why didn't you tell me about him earlier? And do all brothers act so snuggly and cuddly around their sister?" He squinted at me and sneered.

"The only reason I didn't tell you was because I didn't feel a need to. As I've already said, something

happened between us and I have more fear than affection toward him. I've already said I'm sorry for today-I know I was in the wrong, and I can admit to that, Theo. Anyway, it's getting late and you should eat. I'm going back to the room."

would only push me

to me with this attitude?" he roared at me from behind. I ignored him, responding instead with a slam of our bedroom

blankly at the ceiling, not feeling any wave of

later. He stormed in with a displeased look on his face, and he simply stood still for a bit, briefly looking at me before turning into the bathroom. It was obvious he was

on my sleeve lately, and it was not helping m e in any situation I was involved in at all. I knew for a fact I should not be acting this way, but I just could not seem to overcome it.

these thoughts were running wild in my head, Theo stepped out of the shower, toweling his hair dry. Another towel

good few inches. It started at his

looked like it hurt a good

aid kit. By the time

him and ordered,

surprise, he glanced up at me

is bruised, it needs embrocation. Let me help you with that." I met his eyes and found myself incapable

were?!" He tossed a glare at me, but he set his phone down and obediently flipped himself

of the medication out onto my palm and applied it

I asked between rubbing

eyes. “Did that question not pop into your head when you swung that stick

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