Morris Jackson pulled her into his embrace and held her beautiful and fair face in the palm of his hand, looking at her seriously for a few seconds before letting go.
Gregory Smith sat on the couch, watching them coldly.
Only when Morris had left and the door was closed did Gregory's mood improve a little.
However, when he saw his sister's distraught face, he felt indescribable heartache: "Do you like him that much?"
Lyra Smith replied insincerely, "What makes you think I like him that much?"
Gregory Smith: "Every feature on your face is saying that you like him very much."
Lyra Smith touched her face. Was it that obvious?
Unconsciously, had her liking for Morris Jackson reached a point where she could no longer hide it?
When had it started...
Gregory Smith stood up and walked over to her, his expression slightly serious: "For the time being, you are not allowed to see him."
