I'm Your Sister, Brother Chow novel Chapter 33

This was probably the first time in his life that Chow had ever fed someone.

Before Aunt Blaine left the room, she secretly glanced back at them both with a small smile on her lips.

It was nerve-wracking for Vivian to eat in front of Chow, what more if he was personally feeding her like this.

Vivian focused all of her attention on eating. She kept consciously staring at the spoon in Chow's hand. As soon as he brought the food to her mouth, she opened her mouth, chewed, and swallowed as quickly as possible, just in case he fed her another spoonful before she was done.

The anxious look on Vivian's face reminded Chow of a little rabbit gnawing on a carrot. He felt himself softening up to her.

Neither one of them would have ever thought that they would be in this situation before today.

Even for Vivian, she would never have thought ten minutes ago that Chow would be feeding her like this.

As Vivian finished up the last of her rice, Chow was rather startled when he realised what he'd done.

He had no idea why he did what he did.

Chow felt even more uneasy when he saw Vivian's flushed face. He dropped the bowl on the table and said roughly, "Don't overthink it, I was just bored!"

Vivian blinked softly and nodded, the blush on her face slowly disappearing. "I know."

He didn't expect to feel uncomfortable seeing her answering in such a docile manner.

He snorted angrily, got up, and walked out of the door without sparing her another glance.

Vivian stared at his back and felt disheartened. She lightly pressed against her chest and noticed that she was so busy being anxious that she hadn't realised the bittersweet feeling in her heart.

Nonetheless, watching Chow leave had made it slightly more bitter for her.

She sighed and got out of bed, ignoring the pain from all over her body, and went to her desk. She took out her sketchbook and flipped through the pages casually until she reached a blank page.

...

Vivian picked up a pencil and started sketching. A few strokes later, Chow appeared on the paper as a rough sketch.

There was a faint smile on Chow's lips. It was nothing like the smirk he usually wore whenever he was with Vivian.

He probably never realised that he had been smiling like this when feeding her just now.

Since coming to the Howard family two years ago, this was the first time he smiled so gently at her.

Vivian wanted to record his rare smile in her sketchbook before she forgot how it looked like.

Vivian sighed as she stared at the handsome face in her book. She brushed her fingers lightly against the paper, tracing Chow's sketched eyebrows and jawline as if she really could touch him in real life.

"Chow, how much longer can I stay by your side?" Vivian asked softly, calling him by his name this time.

Her deepest desire was to stand next to him as his official partner, but that was impossible.

...

Putting her identity aside, the hatred that Chow felt for her was already enough to draw a firm line between them both.

They were not supposed to get any closer than that, and yet, they still had this intimate relationship with one another.

She clearly loved him with all her heart, yet she could never be the one for him.

It felt like there was a huge void in Vivian's heart. A gust of cold wind blew into the room, making her shiver in the chair.

She suddenly heard a set of footsteps from outside the door. She quickly turned around to look. It was Aunt Blaine.

Vivian was unable to mask the disappointment in her eyes. Aunt Blaine saw it and looked rather worried.

Vivian blushed and quickly stood up from the chair. "Aunt Blaine," she greeted.

Aunt Blaine nodded at her and headed for the bedside table. "I'm just here to collect the dirty dishes. Seems like the Young Master managed to convince you to finish everything."

Aunt Blaine's words made Vivian think of the situation just now. She felt her heart skip a beat.

Vivian hurried towards the bedside table to help. "I'll clean it up, Aunt Blaine. It's getting late. You should rest early."

Usually, Chow didn't like it when other people came to the main building. Aside from the general cleaning that was done by regular cleaners, the other daily chores were basically managed by Aunt Blaine.