Chapter 2

The next day, when I went downstairs, Jack and Emily were sitting on the couch.

Jack had his head slightly lowered, his long fingers playing with Emily's bracelet.

Emily greeted me enthusiastically, and I noticed how beautiful and charming she was.

As my gaze shifted to her lips, I was slightly taken aback.

The girl's red lips were slightly swollen, making it easy to guess what they had been doing.

I hurriedly tried to look away, but accidentally met Jack's cold gaze.

"Jack," I forced a natural smile.

Jack didn't respond.

Seeing this, Emily gave me an awkward smile and playfully pinched Jack's arm.

As I left the house, I thought to myself, it really was just a ridiculous dream after all.

When I returned home that evening, Jack wasn't back yet.

I went to the kitchen and made a simple dinner for myself.

While washing the dishes after eating, I heard the sound of the door opening. Jack had entered the kitchen at some point.

I was slightly startled and asked, "Jack, do you want something to eat?"

Jack didn't answer me, he just walked up to me.

That's when I noticed his beautiful and delicate face had an unusual redness to it.

He was drunk.

I quietly took a step back and asked him softly, "Jack, did you have a fight with Emily?"

Jack stubbornly took another step forward and forcefully grabbed my chin.

I was forced to look into his eyes, and I realized his gaze was incredibly cold:

"Jack?"

"Don't call me that." Jack's long fingers slowly caressed my cheek, "Are we even related by blood?"

I froze on the spot.

Seeing this, Jack let out a mocking laugh and released his hand, then asked with a smile, "What kind of sister would harbor such unspeakable thoughts for her brother?"

I closed my eyes, suppressing the bitterness welling up inside.

When I opened my eyes again, there was only calmness in my gaze: "But Jack, I don't like you anymore."

"Liking you was too painful."

"So Jack, whether that dream was real or not, I don't want to like you anymore."

Hearing what I said, Jack, who was about to turn away, paused slightly, but he didn't respond to me.