Toby was looking at some charts on his tablet when he heard Jean’s words, which made him frown a little. Tina had been glad to see Jean’s attempts to bring Toby and her closer to each other, but her heart sank the moment she saw Toby’s frown. “Do you not like the idea of me sharing a room with you, Toby?” Tina asked before she bit her lip.

He was just about to part his lips to speak when Jean gave him a light hit on the lap. “Why would Toby not like that idea? Alright, it’s all set!”

“Mom!” Toby’s frown deepened. “This isn’t good for Tina. We’re not married to each other yet.” Tina’s face turned pale upon hearing his words. He’s still rejecting Madam White even after Madam White comes to a fixed decision. Has Toby ever considered how I feel in this situation?!

Meanwhile, Tyler, who had been calmly munching on an apple the whole time, felt oddly pleased when he saw the color draining out of Tina’s face. “Why does it matter if you’re married? You guys are engaged, and you guys are going to stay in the same room eventually. You’d just be doing it a little earlier now,” Jean muttered in a relaxed tone.

Toby turned to look at the woman beside him, who hung her head low. “That would be disrespectful toward Tina,” he uttered.

“What has that got to do with disrespect? Tina is—”

Before Jean could finish her sentence, Tina spoke up. “It’s fine, Madam White,” she said while forcing a smile and shaking her head. “We can forget it since Toby doesn’t want to do it. There are tons of other rooms in the Fuller Residence. I can just stay in another one of them.”

“But…” Jean was still rather dissatisfied; she wanted to continue talking about it.

Then, Tyler threw the core of his apple away before he dusted his hands. “You should just forget it since that’s what Tina wants, Mom. Toby needs to help me with my homework tonight. He wouldn’t have time for Tina anyway.”

Toby shot his brother a glance, and his eyes glinted for a brief moment.

“Homework?” The puzzlement in Jean’s eyes couldn’t be concealed. It wasn’t that she didn’t believe in her own son; it was just that Tyler had never enjoyed studying in the past. It was therefore near-impossible for Tyler to want to work on his homework.

me wanting to work on my studies?” Tyler jumped up to his feet like a cat that

“Didn’t you say that you’re going to choose basketball over university?

from my competitions if my cultural subject’s marks are too low. Come on, Toby.” Tyler dragged Toby upstairs right after that. As Tina watched the brothers heading up the stairs, both of her hands were curled into

the door behind them in the

want to stay in the same room as her.” There was another reason Tyler did such a thing—he wanted to get revenge for what Tina had done to him at the dining table.

he and Tina had slept on different beds even

an excuse. Are you

he shot his brother a cold glare. Tyler wore a dejected look as he

Daphne stepped forward with an envelope addressed to

head. “I’m not sure. The front desk said that a teenage boy had sent it over and stated that it

face popped up in her mind; he was the only young man she knew. It can’t possibly be him, right?

her chair back to sit in it. Then, she opened the envelope to find a ticket and a tiny memo. There was

crooked and unruly handwriting. She could feel her eyes burning at the unpleasantness of his writing. A disdainful look flashed across her face before she began to read the content of the memo with curiosity. ‘Tomorrow will mark my

out. “Why would I want to watch you play basketball?” I’ve already been nice enough to help him enter the national team. He’s dreaming if he thinks I’ll watch him play! I don’t understand what is up with the sons of the Fuller Family. They were all so uninterested in me when I was still

smirk on her thin lips, Sonia tore the memo apart and threw it into the trash can. “President Reed.”

replied as

been sent over.” Daphne lowered a stack

“Alright. I’ll take a look at them later. Also, I’d like you to inform

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