Loving The Better Brother novel Chapter 118

Chapter 118 Warehouse

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We went to his cafe as usual.

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It had become a routine without either of us saying it out loud. After long nights and big decisions, we ended up here. This time, though, something felt different. I noticed it the moment the food arrived.

I had complained last week about the pastries being a little too small for their price and also being too sweet. Now, as I glanced down at my plate and took a bite, my brows lifted slightly in surprise as the flavors settled into my taste buds.

“This is different,” I said, looking up at him.

Tristan leaned back in his seat, watching me with that same look he always had when I was eating something he picked out.

“What do you mean?” he asked, though I could already tell he knew exactly what I was talking about.

“It suits my taste more,” I said, tilting my head slightly as I took another bite. “Did you change something after I commented about the food last time?”

He shrugged lightly, but there was a small smile on his lips.

“Maybe,” he said.

I narrowed my eyes at him.

“You don’t have to do that, you know?” I muttered. You already cook for me enough.”

“You also don’t have to close the cafe every time we come here,” I added, glancing around and noting that there were no other customers when it would usually be packed for this hour.

“I’m glad to be able to come here with people,” I continued. ” means your business is doing well.”

He chuckled softly at that, leaning forward slightly. Before I could react, his hand reached out, his thumb brushing against the corner of my lips.

I stilled.

“There’s cream,” he said casually.

Then, he wiped it off, brought his thumb to his own lips, and licked it slowly, all while looking into my

eyes.

I pursed my lips and shook my head.

“You’re ridiculous,” I muttered.

He just winked unapologetically.

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We fell back into conversation after that, getting lost in our own world, like everything outside this space

did not exist.

It truly felt like we could stay here forever and nothing would touch us

However, just then, a loud bang interrupted our moment. I frowned, my head turning instinctively toward

the entrance.

Another bang was heard, harder this time.

“What-”

Before I could finish, the door burst open.

Security rushed in immediately, trying to block whoever forced their way through.

But it was too late.

Marcus. He stood there, disheveled, breathing heavily, his eyes red like he had been crying.

“Sir, you can’t-” one of the guards started.

“It’s fine,” Tristan said calmly.

The guards hesitated, then stepped back, though they remained alert.

Marcus stumbled forward slightly, his gaze immediately locking onto Tristan.

“What did you do?” he exclaimed.

His voice was raw and desperate.

I glanced at Tristan, confusion settling in. However, Tristan looked completely indifferent.

He stood up slowly, positioning himself to block Marcus’s direct line of sight to me.

“You’re sending me to the warehouse?” Marcus continued, his voice rising. “How could you do this to me?”

My brows lifted slightly.

Ah.

So that was it.

I leaned back in my seat, silent and observing.

“What’s wrong with it?” Tristan asked. “I had to work both in the warehouse and the company for three years before I fully transferred,” he added. “I traveled four hours every week just for it.”

Marcus looked like he had just been slapped.

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“That’s different- he started.

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No. Tristan cut him off

“Marcus, we both know you need this humbling,” he said harshly.

“And with Dad under Grandpa’s control,” he continued, “you can’t do anything.”

Marcus clenched his fists.

“You’ve been spoiled long enough.” Tristan added

My lips curved slightly.

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“Don’t spoil the twins too much either,” he went on. “Because you won’t have enough money to keep doing

that.”

“Let them work too,” Tristan finished.

Marcus looked like he was struggling to breathe.

“This will serve as a lesson to you,” Tristan continued, his voice unwavering. “You will work with the people there. You will earn the wages they earn.”

Marcus shook his head slowly.

“No-”

“I already prepared your accommodation,” Tristan added. “Everything is arranged.”

“You can’t do this.” Marcus said.

His voice broke.

“I still have money-

“Technically,” “Tristan interrupted, “you’re in debt.”

That made Marcus freeze.

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“You supported Serena too much,” Tristan went on. “You don’t have any personal money left.”

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