âBella, thereâs something Iâm not sure if I should sayâ¦â
âThen donât say it.â Bella already knew what Drew was about to say,
and it was definitely not something pleasant.
Bella felt bitter. âBecause of me, Justin is dealing with severe
complications in his brain. Itâs affecting his nervous system, and I
donât know what awaits him in the future. He could have seizures or
even be paralyzed.â
Drewâs eyebrows furrowed upon hearing this.
âI donât want to have anything to do with him anymore, but I donât
want to owe him anything either,â Bella admitted, her gaze meeting Drewâs. Her eyes were clear and
cold, yet it was also heartbreaking
âIâm not trying to save him. I just want to redeem myself.â
The air in the living room became even heavier.
In an attempt to lighten the atmosphere, Axel interjected, âHey Ash, that Arnold guy⦠Is he really a
man?â
âYes,â Asher replied curtly.
Axel pressed further. âHow does it feel to hold him?â
Asher remained silent, not bothering to entertain his twin.
Drew couldnât resist teasing him. âAx, I thought you were a decent man. Turns out you have a unique
taste, huh?â
He continued, âAx, if you have such needs in the future, you should have said so earlier. Bella, why
bother sending me for this task? You should have made Axel go. Heâs dying to do it!â
âWhat are you thinking, you brat?!â
Axel widened his eyes, wanting to kick this younger brother of his. â
Itâs just that Iâve never
a little curious! What if bch
a good-looking man before, so fu
shemale?â
Bella sighed, massaging her forehead. âAx, your imagination is truly something.â
Drew teased. âWhich normal, straight man would be so curious about
other men?â
Axel shot back. âThat means Iâm still young. Only old people lose their
curiosity!â
The banter between the brothers continued, and the night concluded with their bickering.
*
The next day, Arnold slept in until noon due to his jet lag.
As soon as he opened his sleepy eyes, he heard a steady knock on his door.
Initially, Arnold was reluctant to open the door. But the person outside
was knocking persistently and patiently, never stopping.
Annoyed, Arnold sprang up from the bed, walked to the door with an
angry expression, and yanked the door open. âWhatâs the matter? Youâre so noisy!â
To his surprise, Asher stood at the door in a suit and leather shoes,
greeting him with a gentle smile. âMr. Larson, did you sleep well last night?â
âItâs alright, just a little lonely. After all, there is no one to cuddle with in bed.â Arnoldâs words were all
self-indulgent, venting his anger at being kidnapped.
âCan I come in?â Asher asked.
Arnold pursed his lips and stepped aside, allowing him to enter. They walked to the living room, just
outside the bedroom.
Arnold was already treating the place as his own home, sprawling on the sofa. His fair legs crossed
and rested on the coffee table.
He glanced toward Asher, who was sitting upright. âWhatâs so urgent that youâre here so early in the
morning, cousin?â
It was only then that he noticed that there was a medical kit on the coffee table.
âI noticed you were injured yesterday, so I brought you some
medicine.â
Arnold raised his eyebrows slyly and leaned closer to him. âHave you
ever heard of the saying that thereâs no such thing as a free lunch?â
Asher, feeling the tension, met Arnoldâs gaze. âWhat are you trying to
say?â
âAre you here on Bellaâs orders to deliberately please me, or are you
really concerned about the injury on my foot?â Arnold asked. His
voice did not match his feminine appearance, but it still carried a
seductive charm.
âYou are Bellaâs guest and also Aunt Milaâs nephew. This is the least I
should do.â Asher lowered his eyelids again.
âHah! You really are the CEO of a big corporation. You know all the
right things to say.â
Just then, a knock interrupted the moment.
Bellaâs sweet voice came from outside. âAsh? Are you inside? Is Dr
Larson awake? Iâve made lunch.â
âYes,â Asher responded, smiling faintly. âAre you hungry? Bella is a excellent cook. But there arenât
many people that she would personally cook for. Shall we go and have a taste of Bellaâs cooking?â
Initially, Arnold wanted to refuse, but the growl from his stomach betrayed him.
âForget it! Since Iâm here, I might as well eat my fill first. Anything else can come afterward,â