"What is your relationship with my sister?"
Her voice was cold, direct.
I swallowed my bite, leaning back slightly, pretending to think.
"W-We're just friends."
Her violet eyes narrowed, watching me carefully.
I met her icy stare with an easygoing smile.
"Why do you ask? Jealous?"
For a moment—just a brief moment—her lips twitched.
Not in amusement.
More like annoyance.
"Stay away from her."
Straight to the point, huh?
I tilted my head.
"Why?"
"You're involved with too many girls. I don't want you around my little sister."
Ah.
So that's what this was about.
"And what if she approaches me?"
"Then avoid her."
I smirked.
"Hey, now. A gentleman never turns down a lady."
I placed a hand over my chest in mock sincerity.
"And I, dear miss Amara, am a gentleman."
Her brows twitched.
I could see it—her patience thinning.
