Elena frowned, looking toward her younger brother.
"Say something like that again and I won't forgive you."
The young man blinked, looking at his elder sister as though he had been wronged.
"You'd pick him over me?"
"I wouldn't need to pick anything if you don't say such foolish things. You've never even met him, and you knew before you said that that he's my husband. Is it because everyone has spoiled you so much that you think you can say whatever you want?"
The young man seemed genuinely surprised. This sister of his had always been forgiving and kind to him. This was the first time that he had seen her have such a response.
But after shock, he couldn't help but feel somewhat angry.
Of course he hadn't really thought about things from Elena's perspective. But that was already not something he cared about.
"You—!"
"Enough."
