Chapter 2

I waited outside for another ten minutes, but Dylan’s girlfriend still didn’t come to let me in.

As a graduate from a prestigious university who started a successful business with my best friend, I was now a bona fide female CEO.

With my impressive grades and affluent background, I had always been pampered growing up. It was the first time someone had disrespected me like this, and I couldn’t just let it go.

Unfortunately, I really couldn’t get into the house, so I dragged my suitcase to a coffee shop downstairs to wait for Dylan.

During this time, Dylan kept sending me apology messages.

[Dylan: Sis, she definitely didn’t mean it; don’t be mad.]

[Dylan: There must be some misunderstanding; just calm down.]

I ignored him.

An hour later, a disheveled Dylan rushed into the coffee shop, scanning the room until he quickly spotted me in the corner.

He approached me with a smile plastered on his face. “My lovely, charming sister, I knew you wouldn’t be upstairs, so I figured you’d be here!”

Dylan grabbed my suitcase, saying, “Let’s go, Sis.”

I shot him a glare, my anger bubbling under the surface, and followed him upstairs.

In the elevator, Dylan kept trying to charm me. “Sis, I just got back and had a talk with Skylar. Don’t be mad; don’t let her drag you into the mud.”

Seeing him like this, I could understand; after all, they were supposed to be enjoying their time together as a couple, and me showing up probably made things awkward for them.

But this girl was taking it a bit too far.

I decided that if she apologized sincerely, I could overlook this whole incident.

Dylan quickly agreed.

Once we entered the apartment, I found Skylar lounging on the sofa, her bare feet propped up on the coffee table I had meticulously chosen during renovations. She was munching on sunflower seeds and watching some reality show, laughing out loud from time to time.

Sunflower seed shells were scattered everywhere, and there were piles of orange peels and several empty soda cans on the table. The elegant artwork that once hung in the living room had been replaced with posters of boy bands I didn’t even recognize.

I couldn’t believe this was the apartment I had handed over to Dylan.

“Skylar, this is my sister, Avery,” Dylan said, giving her a knowing glance before turning to me with a nervous smile. “Avery, this is my girlfriend, Skylar Hayes.”

I regarded the girl before me, who was practically the definition of rude.

“Hi, sister,” Skylar said, barely looking at me.

“I asked you to let my sister in; why didn’t you?” Dylan asked her, glancing nervously at my expression. “And about that misunderstanding, hurry up and apologize to my sister!”

Only then did Skylar glance my way. After scanning between me and Dylan, she smirked, “I didn’t realize your sister liked to wear matching scarves with you!”

That’s when I noticed Dylan was wearing the scarf I had given him.

I hadn’t purposely given him that scarf; it was a mix-up when I ordered a couple online. The seller mistakenly sent me two, and since I didn’t want to deal with returning it, I just kept both.

I had planned to give the extra one to my best friend, but Dylan had seen it and said he needed one, so I just handed it over.

Siblings wearing matching scarves isn’t that strange, right?

And because of this, I was slapped and locked out of my own home? Unbelievable…