Nathan POV
"Since when have you been so concerned about my relationship, Nathan?"
"I correct you, I care about the girl. I like Amelia and for the past year, I don't remember seeing her smile for even a single second while you were around and you, little brother, haven't even noticed that."
His eyes set like padlocks on mine without a word trying to intimidate me at the cost of the daggers he was throwing at me judging by the expression on his face, however after so many years of tolerating the same thing his tactics were no longer having any effect. Before anyone could react again, the office door opened.
"So it was true, Nathan is here."
My attention is diverted from Harry's inclement face when I hear that third male voice joining the conversation. Turning my head, I see Chris looking impeccable as always and also being accompanied by my mother.
"You know what I've been coming in early the last week, don't you?" I do the tally but this one doesn't seem to add up.
