Transmigrated: I Became My Nemesis's Woman novel Chapter 162

Chapter 162: Who exactly are these people

[Emerson Mansion]

"Wow... you’re actually worse than a beginner, brother."

Aaron stared at the television in disbelief as Xander’s character walked straight into another obstacle and fell off the platform before completing even a single lap.

He slowly turned his head to look at his older brother.

"You’ve got to be kidding me."

Earlier that evening, Leo had excused himself to his room to study while Ivy attended her school reunion. Xander, who was supposed to return home late from work, had unexpectedly arrived early and insisted that Aaron play a video game with him.

At first, Aaron had thought it would be fun.

Ten minutes later, he realized the game wasn’t the problem.

Xander was.

The man sat on the couch with his usual stoic expression, somehow managing to lose in increasingly creative ways.

Aaron pinched the bridge of his nose.

"I’ve seen children play better than this."

Xander didn’t even look offended.

"I’ve never claimed to be good at games."

"No, but I assumed you had basic hand-eye coordination."

Another crash echoed from the television.

Aaron sighed dramatically and dropped his controller onto the coffee table.

Then he turned to face Xander with narrowed eyes.

"Why don’t you just call Ivy if you’re missing her?"

"I am not missing her."

The answer came far too quickly.

Aaron raised a brow.

"No?"

"No."

"So checking your phone every thirty seconds is just... a nervous tic?"

"I wasn’t checking it."

Aaron stared at him in silence.

Xander stared back.

The silence stretched for several seconds before Aaron folded his arms.

"Brother, your character just walked into a wall because you were staring at your notifications."

"I was distracted."

"By your phone."

"No."

Aaron leaned back against the sofa, looking utterly unconvinced.

He was still wearing his hospital scrubs beneath an open jacket, too exhausted to even change after his shift. The faint smell of antiseptic clung to him.

I should’ve stayed at the hospital, he thought. If I’d known this was waiting for me, I’d have happily performed another surgery for free.

Xander finally let out a quiet breath.

"Fine."

Aaron’s eyes lit up.

"I knew it."

"I miss her."

The admission was so straightforward that Aaron almost fell off the couch.

"You actually said it."

Xander nodded once.

"I don’t want to pressure her. She wanted to attend the reunion, and she deserves time with her friends."

Aaron blinked.

Then a slow grin spread across his face.

"There he is."

"Who?"

"A normal human being."

Xander frowned.

"I’ve always been normal."

Aaron burst into laughter.

"No, you haven’t. You’re the same man who negotiates billion-dollar deals without blinking but gets nervous because his woman hasn’t texted in an hour."

"I am not nervous."

"Right. And I’m the King of England."

Xander ignored him.

Aaron wasn’t finished.

"You know what I think? You’re hopeless."

"I prefer the term patient."

"Oh, no. You’re hopelessly in love."

The room fell silent.

Xander didn’t deny it.

Instead, he looked thoughtfully at the paused game on the screen.

"I like having her here."

Aaron smirked.

"Like?"

"I enjoy her company."

"Mm-hmm."

"The house feels quieter when she’s gone."

Aaron’s grin widened.

"And?"

"And Leo smiles more around her."

"And?"

Xander hesitated.

"...I do too."

"Dear Sister-in-law, your husband has been staring at his phone for an hour and misses you terribly—"

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