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Observing Anthonyâs departure. Milly guided Jonathan into the room and placed a bottle of disinfectant on the table. âLet me attend to your injuries, Jonathan.â
Jonathan was caught off guard. âYouâ¦
How had she found out? He hadnât even mentioned his wound.
Milly seemed to perceive his bewilderment and explained, âI have a keen olfactory perception for blood. I could detect it as soon as you approached.â
She couldnât quite elucidate her peculiar ability, but fortunately, Jonathan didnât press for further details.
After cleansing the bloodstains, neutralising any toxins, and fetching the bandages, Jonathan coolly declared. âIâd rather not use the green ones.â
His obstinacy was like that of a child rejecting a certain flavour of candy.
Milly sighed and opened the bandage container. âThen pick one that suits your preference.â
The box, modest in size, contained an assortment of bandages in different hues: red, green, blue, purple each adorned with whimsical cartoon motifs.
Interpreting his silence as disapproval, Milly suggested, âThe injury isnât severe, so you donât necessarily have to use them
âBlue. Iâll go with the blue ones.â
âOkay.â
She proceeded to affix the blue bandage, featuring a small dog motif, to his palm.
Jonathan appeared content as he inspected the bandage. He quickly tallied them. There were seven and a half cat motifs on the green bandages, while there were eight for the pup. I have half a motif more than Anthony.
âReady to go?â Milly packed up her supplies and opened the door, wondering if three minutes had elapsed.
Jonathan lingered behind Milly, his gaze fixed on her with a silent intensity that seemed to hint at displeasure.
Perplexed, Milly questioned, âWhatâs wrong?â
I didnât upset him, did I?
Without a word, Jonathan coldly raised his hand. âMy hand hurts too,â he stated bluntly.
âHuh?â
âBut you
didnât blow on it for me.
*****used feeling a sense of urgency. She approached him and blew a few breaths onto his injured
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Jonathanâs complexion visibly improved. With a cold demeanor, he inserted his hands back into his pockets and raised his chin arrogantly. âThis is so childish. Only kids will believe that. Who would believe in such nonsense?â
Yet, the corners of his mouth nearly touched the back of his head, betraying a hint of amusement.
Milly suppressed a smile, beginning to question their maturity levels. Are they really grownups? My, even threeâyearâolds are more mature than they are.
She noticed she hadnât been reluctant about getting closer to Leon or Anthony. Even Jonathan, whom sheâd only met for the first time. She couldnât help but wonder if her previous mental struggles had been resolved. Was she no longer resistant to forming connections with others?
As Milly and Jonathan reached the stairs, they encountered Anthony, who was craning his neck upwards.
Anthony glanced at the stopwatch on his phone and scoffed, âThree minutes and one point seventy seven seconds. Two seconds too slow.â
Milly was taken aback by Anthonyâs meticulous timing. âI was already hurrying,â she protested.
Anthony pursed his lips, relenting, âAlright, Iâll let it slide this time. He glanced cautiously at Jonathan behind her, then leaned in, whispering in her ear, âDid Mr. Jonathan bother you earlier?â
Milly answered, âNah.â
âIf he tries anything, just give me a headsâup. Iâve got some tricks up my sleeve. Remember those embarrassing bedâwetting pics from back in the day? I could totally drop those online, and his fan base wouldâ¦â
The sudden interruption cut Anthonyâs sentence short as a throw pillow connected squarely with his forehead.
Jonathanâs face flushed crimson, his jaw clenching with frustration. âCut it out with the gossip, will you?â
âGossip? Iâve got proof, man. Doubt me? Iâll pull it up.â With that, Anthony fished out his phone, flipping through his photo collection.
Jonathanâs temper flared, his grip tightening on Anthonyâs shoulder. âEnough, Anthony! I challenge you to settle this like men.â
As the confrontation escalated, Milly felt a headache brewing.
Sympathy tugged at her heart for Jordan. Raising five younger siblings, particularly teenage boys prone outbursts, was no walk in the park.
Observing the showdown, Jordan furrowed his brow, maintaining his calm demeanoru as he signaled Ivan. âToss them out, Ivan. They can come back once theyâve sorted themselves out.â
Ivan hesitated, eyeing the two
lads as they pulled each otherâs hair.
It seemed odd to himâboys usually threw punches, not hairâpulling and spitting. Isnât that a bit⦠unorthodox?
to
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Thankfully, despite their scuffle, they werenât complete idiots. At the sound of Jordanâs voice, they released each other, casting sheepish glances at their bandaged hands.
Fortunately, the bandâaids held up under scrutiny.
Once tempers had cooled, Jordan turned to Milly with a smile. âHey, Milly, the chef whipped up some garlic lobster, your goâto. Want to give it a shot?â
Milly nodded. âYeah, sounds good.â
Nestled beside Jordan, Milly relaxed as he set down a platter of lobster before her. The scent of garlic, tinged with a dash of spice, teased her senses.
Stephanieâs eyes lingered on the lobster, a twinge of envy evident in her expression, longing for a taste herself.
Noticing her longing, Xavier extended a shrimp towards her bowl, murmuring softly. âHere, Stephanie, enjoy this shrimp.â
Gratitude flooded Stephanieâs features as she glanced at him. Thanks, Xavier. Youâre always so considerate.â
While tranquility held sway on one side, pandemonium erupted on the other.
Jonathan found himself seated next to Milly, typically Anthonyâs spot, much to Anthonyâs chagrin.
Demanding Jonathan yield the seat, Anthonyâs irritation was palpable..
Remaining unperturbed, Jonathan reclined calmly. âWhy should I give up my seat? I got here first. Iâm comfortable where I am.â
âYou littleâ¦
Furious, Anthony snapped up a chair and squeezed himself between Milly and Jonathan, stopping at nothing to get a spot.
Milly was speechless.
What? Is this your lucky spot? Why do you guys fight over it?
As Milly began to rise, preparing to surrender her prime spot, Jordan stepped in, shooting Anthony a stern look. âHey, buddy, shift over to the seat next to you.
Anthony pushed back, grumbling. Nah, this spotâs mine from the start. Why should I budge?â
He had a hunch that this Mr. Jonathan had some sneaky agenda up his sleeve!
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