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“It’s not for my girlfriend; it’s for my sister,” Kevin said, his steps casual, his
tone laid–back, exuding a vibe that was both effortless and a bit posh.
The girls around him were captivated, their hearts racing.
“Being his sister must be so lucky!“.
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“Yeah, I used to envy Sarah with her five handsome brothers, but now it
seems like none of them can hold a candle to him!”
“Who is his sister?”
Sarah, peering through the classroom door, gazed at Kevin’s handsome
profile, her fingers digging into her palm. My five brothers really couldn’t
compare to him.
The moment I spotted Kevin, I wanted to duck out of sight. In my past life, I
was so low–key; and now his high–profile entrance was throwing me off. I turned
to head in another direction.
“Bella, where are you going?”
His voice came from behind, stopping me in my tracks. The crowd around
us fell silent; all eyes were on us.
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I stood there, feeling Kevin’s gaze on my back. Pretending I didn’t see him.
was impossible; I turned and slowly walked towards him.
“Brother,” I called softly, my voice slightly uneasy.
Kevin raised an eyebrow, his long fingers resting on my head, gently stroking
my hair. The scent of mint and tobacco surrounded me.
I shivered slightly, feeling his defined fingers tenderly playing with my
strands.
It had been ages since someone had touched my head like that.
“So Bella is Kevin’s sister!”
“Wait!” A student exclaimed. “Isn’t Bella a Miller family member? Why is she
calling him brother?”
Kevin’s long fingers wrapped around my wrist, leading me into an empty
classroom where we found a spot to sit. He slowly opened the lunchbox,
revealing a feast inside.
beef.”
“I brought you spicy chicken, boiled pork slices, spicy crayfish, and spicy
I was stunned, looking up at him. Sunlight illuminated his perfect
profile. “How did you know I like spicy food?”
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My brothers never remembered my preferences. They always ordered sweet
dishes for Sarah. I disliked sweet food, but no one ever cared.
“I saw you eating breakfast this morning. There were several dishes on the
table, and you devoured the spicy fish the most,” Kevin said, his dark eyes
glinting with playful amusement, a smirk dancing on his lips. He lounged back in
his chair, radiating an air of nonchalance. “So I guessed you liked spicy food.”
