I went to my best friend’s house to play and found out that her brother was my ex–boyfriend! He asked me if I wanted to be a sister–in–law or sister.
My best friend’s brother has returned from abroad, and word is, he brought back a sister–in–law for her.
The next day, my friend invited me over to meet her brother.
When I realized who the man in front of me was, my legs felt weak.
Because three years ago, I broke up with him.
Fiona insisted I come to her house for dinner.
Her brother had just come back from abroad, and she was adamant I meet him.
When I arrived after work, the dim streetlight cast a long shadow of a man.
You could tell he was handsome.
But, unfortunately, not someone for me.
Fiona mentioned her brother had returned with a sister–in–law.
He had broad shoulders, a narrow waist, and was 185cm tall–quite striking.
“Brother!”
Fiona shouted, and the man turned around.
I was stunned for a moment: “He’s your brother?!”
“Fiona, I just remembered i have something urgent to do, I have to go.”
I swallowed nervously, trying to leave in haste.
Fiona pulled
back: “Adeline! Why are you leaving? My brother is treating us to a feast!”
Before I could refuse, the man had already approached.
I grew more anxious, unconsciously gripping Fiona’s hand tightly.
Fiona patted my hand to reassure me: “My brother is intimidating, right? I’m quite scared of him myself, that’s why I wanted you to come with me.”
No wonder she’s my best friend, a champion at setting me up for forty years.
Fiona dragged me along, eagerly introducing me to her brother: “Brother, this is Adeline, my best friend! Treat her just like a real sister from now on.”
“Adeline, this is my brother, Declan.”
After saying this, she looked behind Declan a few times: “Where’s my sister–in–law?”
Declan ignored Flona’s question, chuckled a few times, and stared at me: “Real sister?”
His words made the atmosphere slightly tense,
Fiona laughed to ease the tension: “Brother, what’s with you? Adeline and I are so close, can’t she be your sister too? Besides, Adeline doesn’t even mind.”
She nudged my shoulder: “Right, Adeline?”
Please don’t involve me, my legs felt weak.
I hastily nodded.
Declan chuckled softly.
“If being my sister doesn’t interest you, what would you prefer? To be Fiona’s sister–in–law?” he raised an eyebrow, his
tone casual.
But his words made my heart skip a beat.
I couldn’t muster a reply.
However, Fiona was straightforward: “Brother! Show some decency! Don’t I already have a sister–in–law? You player!”
Declan clicked his tongue: “That makes me a player? Then some people must be players to the extreme.”
I didn’t dare speak until the three of us got in the car.
Declan was indeed good–looking, a classic kind of handsome.
When you saw him, you couldn’t possibly find him unattractive.
Our eyes met in the rearview mirror, I was startled and immediately closed my eyes.
I heard him laugh softly.
My face turned red.
Declan lowered the car window, and Fiona asked him, puzzled, what he was doing.
He simply said: “My sister’s face is flushed, opening the window to cool her down.“”
My face turned even redder.
Fiona glanced at me and even praised him for being more considerate.
A dozen minutes later, the car stopped at a private restaurant’s parking lot.
Declan got out and opened the door for me, looking at me with a half–smile: “Watch your head, sis.”
As luck would have it, I did bump my head, but Declan’s hand was there to cushion It.
Fiona sighed seriously: “My sister–in–law must be amazing to have trained my brother to be like this, I should thank her profusely in the future.”
Declan glanced back at me, his gaze carrying some deeper meaning.
I quietly swallowed and whispered: “Fiona, that’s not necessary.”
