Alicia tilted her head up to look at Louis, her expression calm and still, "Yes, Cousin Louis."
Her eyes held a clear stubbornness. She was used to being gentle, even when rebelling. Louis had intended to scold her, but suddenly he couldn't bring himself to do it. He raised the corner of his lips and said, "OK, whatever."
Louis raised his hand and pulled her into his arms. Alicia wasn't prepared for it and fell into his embrace. She smelled the good masculine scent mixed with the smell of cigarettes and alcohol, as well as the unfamiliar sweet fragrance of Madelyn.
Alicia felt repulsed, shook her shoulders, and tried to break free from Louis's arms. But Louis tightened his arm around her, showing a domineering sense of ownership. Then he spoke politely and distantly to Leo, "Thank you for sending her back."
Leo said, "No problem," but his eyes were puzzled as he watched Louis's arm wrapped around Alicia's shoulders. "They look too intimate to be just cousins," Leo reasoned.
