"I'M NOT crying, Brother," Neoma denied while blowing her tears and snot were rolling down her face like crazy. "These are tears of joy. I'm happy for you."
God, why was she crying like a baby?
Well, technically, she was a baby girl. But her mental age was that of an adult. Living in a modern world as a modern girl in her second life taught her that she didn't need validation from men! She was a strong independent woman, okay?
[I don't need my father's approval to feel and live like a human!]
Stupid tear ducts.
"Leave," Nero ordered Alphen. "Tell His Majesty that I'm grateful for the invitation but I have to reject it. I don't want my sister to have dinner alone."
"Brother, I'm fine," Neoma insisted. "I can eat on my own."
"No."
"Brother, I want you to get along with our father," she said while hugging his arm and giving him puppy dog eyes. "Please have dinner with His Majesty. Please? Please? Please?"
